[ And now for something unrelated to Pokemon, faeries, and even Greysol, delivered in his more or less constant deadpan, as if this news, in particular, is somehow as exciting as watching paint dry. ]
If you are a carnival worker who has been given an extra job under the Acquisitioner, I would highly suggest answering this as soon as you possibly can. Failing that, I will come find you.
[ Definitely not a threat... right? It doesn't sound like one, honestly, but considering he can show up anywhere that has enough shadows in it, well... ]
For the rest of you, and assuming there are some who are new among you, this is John Childermass. I've been promoted from magician to a supervisory role. If you are in need of something being collected for you that the carnival is currently unable to provide, submit a request through your supervisor.
If you are lacking in one, we can work something else out. [ And here, there's a pause. A very, very short one, but one nonetheless. ] Assuming, of course, that you aren't a blatant troublemaker or asking for anything ridiculous.
[ That's all, folks. You are now free to continue on with your day. ]
Nightrider Lambert here. In case you haven't heard by now: the things on Kerner Island eat settled daemons. So find somewhere else to take a daytrip. If you go anyway, do me a favor and keep your radio on you. That way we can all hear what it sounds like when a soul gets eaten.
[ He's about to leave it on that cheerfully sarcastic note, but then the faint sound of a female voice chimes in, scolding. For those who've met her, they'll recognize it as Lambert's daemon, the golden-eyed polecat that wears a hawk's shape outside the carnival. ]
Lambert! You didn't have to say it like that!
[ It doesn't seem to shame him one bit, though, since Lambert's going to keep right on talking: ]
For those of you whose daemon hasn't settled yet, that doesn't mean you get to be an idiot about going out there. Slipping and breaking your neck would be a stupid way to die. That said, if you're interested in doing some nightrunner work--
Come find us! [ The daemon interrupts again, louder this time, and there's a brief sound of a scuffle before her voice finally comes through loud and clear. Now it's Lambert who sounds more distant (and distinctly annoyed), though she talks right over him. ] We've got a map and other things you can use!
[ ooc: Lambert and his daemon will both be replying to his post (and probably fighting over the radio button, honestly). For ease of clarity, her responses will be in italics! ]
If anyone, older member or newer arrival, wants information on... [ oh lord, this is going to take a while. Strange sighs slightly before obviously reading off a list of terms he's written down. ] Arcadia, the Rose Queen, Ignatius, Nightshade, the Count of Crows, Frost, the Summer Court, the Winter Court, how faerie court hierarchies work, the Wyld Fae, or the Beast, then I'll be happy to tell you what I know. I picked up some knowledge from my time in Portland and through conversations with the fae here and, for obvious reasons, don't want to bore all of you with far too many details and speculations at once.
[ There's a pause, partly to catch his friggen breath, before Strange continues talking. ]
I can at least explain Portland, though--for our new arrivals, of course. It's a city where the carnival was recently trapped for a month. Many members had their memories altered and believed they lived in the city for their entire lives. It was a...trying experience.
[ Understatement of the century. Strange sighs, like he's steeling himself for what he's going to say next. ]
Portland had it's own set of fae, some of whom I mentioned in my previous list. Plenty of the carnival members have ill-will towards those fae, who seemed determined to vex us and ruin our lives during that month. And despite the fact that we've left that world, I've a feeling that we'll see those fae again. Now that the Severing's removed, they can travel to different worlds the same way the Ringmaster can. And it wouldn't surprise me if some tried to reclaim what or who they believe they lost.
[ how dramatic! And quite possibly the worst way to end a broadcast as Strange just flips the radio off then and there. He has absolutely no clue how to best END the broadcast so not being cryptic is officially for chumps. ]
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[ 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.))
Helloooo everyone! It's one of your friendly resident tailors here, with important news for performers!
Namely that if you're performing you're going to need to wear something!! Yet suddenly I'm hearing that there's at least one last minute act going on!? Whoever you are, you need to get fitted, hurry up, hurry up!
Oh!! On that note though, obviously not everyone who needs clothes will be performing~ So if you haven't gotten yourself re-fitted for things since growing new changes, and you need some alterations, just come by the tailor's tent!~
Or, um, if you're just new as a whole, I guess we can talk about a wardrobe..? Really though, you might be better off just getting clothes from the islands at this point...
[Look who finally figured out that maybe he should make himself known. It was probably Elsa or a nudge from the Ringmaster that got him going that he needed to start gathering some people for his work. Good thing he had worked with cellphones before, enough to grasp the idea of the device.]
For those unaware, I am not Jimmy Novak. He is my vessel, but I am not him and he is not me. It's difficult to explain and even more for others to understand but please don't throw yourself at me for a hug or ask that I bring you food. I am an angel, and those of demonic origins can find my presence unsettling or painful. I would like to avoid anyone being hurt or frightened if they try to embrace me thinking that I am Jimmy.
[There's an exasperated murmur in the background, probably someone keeping Cas on track or reminding him that not everyone knows who he is.]
Nametags? Why would I wear a nametag? What is a nametag? [More murmurs and Cas finally speaks into the device again instead of to the other person.]
Oh, yes, I am Castiel. While I have been with the Carnival for some time, I have rarely been with all of you. It was better that I be out in the world getting the things we needed. I have been promoted to the Acquisitioner position. I am in need of others to fill out the roles of helping me gain what the Carnival needs. I would also like to have lists of what is needed from the other Supervisors or people within the Carnival. I don't think the note I got that everyone needs a fluffy kitten is a legitimate request. Nor is fifty percent less material on performance costumes. That would be something to request from your own Supervisor or the Ringmaster herself.