Lost Carnival radio & mail

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✆CHANNEL

FREQUENCY: 144.98750
DESCRIPTION: If she doesn't answer she's probably napping.

✉MAIL BOX

LOCATION: Just drop it on the heap of other mail outside her and Sans' trailer
DESCRIPTION: there's probably some stuff that's not mail in there too

Comments

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[Amethyst visibly slumps in relief.]

Heck, okay. Phew. She's not, like, hurt or anything, is she?

[whattaprick]

No, she's not.

[ Not physically, anyway. Mentally ... Lambert couldn't say. But moving on from that: ]

You're on patrol, right? See anything of the fae out there?

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[She grimaces.] I ran into a bunch of janky ass shadows that stopped me from getting back here until just now, does that count? I'm guessing no, 'cause it kinda sounds like I missed a lot.

[whattaprick]

[ Lambert's expression is much the same. ]

Yeah, that'd be the Count. [ It definitely counts, since it's the Count's. Anyway. ] Lucky you didn't get caught.

[ The last thing Peridot needs right now is every single one of her friends captured. ]

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[Amethyst pushes both of her hands over her face and a little way into her hair.] Uuughhhh. I almost wish I was, at least then I wouldn't be stuck out here trying to work out what we can even do about this.