[Amethyst is attempting to affect a casual air but she definitely sounds anxious as hell.]

Yo, so this is supposed to be for everyone in Security and the Nightrider crew but I couldn't work out how to do that 'cause I dunno how the radio works, yeah I've been here for years, don't talk to me, anyway it's not like a bunch of the rest of you aren't gonna be fighting too anyway, right? Duh. Okay, so, Peridot told me one of the fae took Jasper and Lapis, right? If that means she can, like, control them and stuff, whenever we try busting back in there we probably oughtta be keeping an eye out for if they fuse? They have -- wait, okay, fusion is... they're both gems so they can just kind of merge into a new gem who's like way bigger and tougher than either of them and I ain't explaining it any better than that.

Anyway so they got this really big mean fusion called Malachite, she's got six arms and she's really strong and she can control water, and ice, and she can fly, and she's uhhh... bigger than a house, so... watch out for that, I guess, 'cause if I was a fae and I'd just kidnapped some gems who could do that I'd definitely make them do that. I fought her one time and it sucked. Probably your best bet is to stick something big 'n pointy through her but that's tough because, like I said, bigger than a house, six arms, right? But when we took her down we did it with a giant arrow and that worked pretty good. Okay, that's all I got, don't ask me about how fusion works. Cool. Bye.

[ There are a lot of things people need to do right now: help the Prince's servants get resettled, get started on figuring out who can work on a cure for the petrification, deal with the trauma of dying in a hopefully healthy and non-self-destructive way, show the new people the ropes of what the Carnival has to work with.

Instead, in the morning of the second day since the Prince was defeated, anyone on the radio gets this: ]

So, I've been wondering.

[ The Nightrider's voice, for those who recognize it, has definitely been better. It's a low, hoarse rasp, and the pause at the end is not just for effect, but to actually catch his breath. ]

Just how old is everyone here, anyway? Here, I'll start. I'm ... pretty sure I'm almost sixty. [ A beat. ] ... Maybe.

[ Why did anyone let this man have his radio back again? ]

[ ooc; Lambert's flat on his back in the medical tent for this, feel free to bug him in person and threadjack each other at will. ]

Okay. I'm bored. So, all'a you pinheads:

What're your favorite foods?

[Lars isn't totally trying to get intel for Psi, deeefintely not...]