[Eldath, he hates using this thing, but he has to has to has to get used to it if he wants to actually survive around here. So...]

Two questions...


One, would anyone lend me their pokemon to practice an act?


Two, is there a way to figure out someone's birthday if they don't know it?

[ The radio comes on to the sound of creaking wood and a familiar voice that is, for once, not sounding all that agitated, though it’s a little distant. ]

“--just burn us out of this.”

“Then you’re just going to burn us with it!” [Yuya’s tone, comparatively, sounds snappish.] “Don’t--don’t do anything, I’m going to get us help--”

[The radio clicks off. And then immediately clicks back on.] “Hello?”

[The anger’s been smoothed out of his voice, and instead Yuya is sounding fairly composed.] “Is there anyone available right now who doesn’t mind coming to the Summerlands? We’re, uh--we’re stuck.”

“In a tree.” [ Lambert contributes helpfully. That’s not super specific or anything, and that’s is why burning things would help! There’s another creak of wood, something shifting and shuddering, and his tone doesn’t change a jot as he continues. ] “Which may or may not be trying to hug us to death.”

[Yuya is just going to ignore Lambert’s fatalism.] “We don’t really know where we are, but we were drifting… east of the city? Do these things have GPS?” [Does half the carnival even know what GPS is?]

“We’re going to get out of the tree!” [He pipes up confidently, despite it.] “But help would be appreciated.”


((Red = Yuya, Green = Lambert. Replies are separate, threadjacking is free and wild. These boys are dumb.))

[There's a cheery bit of humming over the network, the brush of fingers over the receiver.]

Test, test! Let's try... Ramuh:

Ula menida tula oh (tula oh)
Tela omnida tula ei (tula ei)...

[The voice sounded strange as she sang, fuller and with its own added echo. In the recorded distance was a very brief, very quiet rumble of thunder. It silenced as the voice did, before there was a delighted applause.]

Oh, it's working! Good.

Good afternoon, one and all! I am Madhuri, a bard from the Azim Steppe, and I owe a debt. I've been tasked with creating a show, and I have just the thing... burlesque! Or cabaret. The definition of both is quite muddy, dears, but do take your pick of which term you like.

As for what that is, it's... hmm. It's song, dance, skits or even dramas with an adult flair. It's a 'put the kids to bed and come have a little loud fun' sort of thing. Viewers sit and enjoy food and drink while a solo performance or a group performance gives them a few merry little tunes while dressed in the loveliest garters, stockings and other wild things on offer!

Before you ask: It's a "look, but do not touch" sort of show. We're here to liberate and entertain, and it isn't a brothel. Tsk- The number of times these heels of mine have been applied to faces to make the point known...

So I'm going to need the aid of some none-too-shy costume designers, daring makeup artists and even bolder performers who feel like cutting a little loose a few nights a month.

[You can definitely hear the smile in her voice now:] This ab-so-lutely includes the gentlemen as well as the ladies; I've seen some of you out and about today, fellas... let's just say I see lots of potential. Don't be shy~

But I've held your ear for long enough. Drop me a line if you're interested either here or at my trailer in lot 26. Unless of course you'd rather just chat with little old me instead. I'm here.

So... how many people here are comfortable with casual sex? I'm asking explicitly about people who might be interested right now, to be clear.

[For something out of Foster's mouth, it's pretty well censored, honestly; he's spent a long time fighting with the urge to do this.]

Don't worry, I'm down for absolutely anything, the harder the better! I'm in trailer 18, so you can, ah... I'm easy to find.

I... Need help with something. But I can't be specific.


How can you help someone if you don't understand what the problem is?

What do you think is the cause of feeling... Restless?

[Not too long after Grandma Koel's message, Joker's voice hums out from the radios.]

This is yer stage manager speakin'~.

Now, I'm sure some of ya must be a bit nervous about the prospect of learnin' ta fight, and I hear ya. Koel's just worried about some of ya greenhorns and she'd feel better if ya knew how ta take care of yerselves. That last stop got us all shook up.

However, I know that for a lot of ya, it's bit much ta ask for, so I'm givin' ya an alternate solution. I'm still gettin' used ta the spell, but... I can make enchanted items ta help get ya out of a tight spot. Teleportation, s'what it's called, innit? They'll get ya straight ta the grove where us supervisors live, or at least that's what I'll try ta manage. Unfortunately, it'll only work while yer on carnival grounds, but it's better than nothin'.

If yer interested, just let me know~.

[507.50844: Entertainment]

...But, of course, all of ya in performance are gettin' one automatically. In case of emergency, it'll take ya right ta my trailer, where ye can hole yerselves up.

[The day after the Ringmaster's public address, the public channel comes alive again, this time with the voice of Koel Babic. Her voice is quiet, but firm.]

Good morning, everyone. This is Koel Babic, your Head Cook.

Starting tomorrow, the Warden and the Ringmaster has authorized an instructor to hold weekly basic training classes, after carnival hours. All employees will be required to attend the first meeting in order for the instructor to ascertain everyone's defensive and offensive capabilities; after this first meeting, only those who do not pass a preliminary assessment will need to attend.

Oh, and the Supervisors - myself included - will be more than willing to personally escort you to the meeting, should you somehow conveniently forget to attend. I simply recommend you don't inconvenience them. Absence based on injury or illness will be accepted so long as our Doctor, Zecora, has confirmed its legitimacy, but you will be expected to attend the next meeting if that is the case.

[A brief pause.]

That is all.

Hey, who else plays a musical instrument here? Any kind, any style -- you don't have to be a performer! I need some people to jam with!

[The messages all come in fairly short order, one after another spread across a few different channels.]

144.98750 (Public)
Helloooooo, everyone! Hope the newbies from the last month are gettin' used ta everythin' now, and that our extra new faces aren't gettin' too bothered! Don't worry, we were all in yer position once.

That said, if any of ya come across someone who knows much about sewin' or fashion while we're travelin', let me know, won'tcha?

628.96718 (Wardrobe)
I don't know if the Ringmaster told ya, but, in absence of Variss takin' off, I'll be workin' with all of ya as a temporary wardrobe manager until we find someone else who can step up ta the plate.

I know this is a bit sudden, but lets work together best we can. I ain't expectin' anyone ta change up their way of doin' things much, but I do need ta know what you'll need of me and what you'll want ta do on yer own, all that. We can make this work until we get someone ta fill Variss' shoes.

507.50844 (Entertainment)
Alright! So I'm gonna be a tad busy in the comin' days, takin' on extra work for the Ringmaster. That means I'll need all of you lot ta work yer hardest.

I think at this point, most of ya greenhorns know what's asked of ya, and, for those who've been about, I shouldn't have ta say much about keepin' on track. Tamaki, Lauren, I'm still good for trainin' ya more, so don't worry, we'll still be meetin' in the mornin's. Gottlieb, keep workin' yer doin' good.

If there's anythin' ya want ta talk about, now's the time~.

797.32446 (Cookhouse)
Hey~. Just a quick favor, but could ya make sure that Gottlieb doesn't get too many sweets and the like? I want ta make sure he's on the right track ta bein' in performance shape. And by 'too many', I mean 'at all', ah ha. At least until I have him a bit more used ta exercise.