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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Whoah sure what's up??

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[GOOD. This is super important. SO. IMPORTANT.]

I just wanted to let you know that today, for the very first and most definitely last time, I finally sampled a human "soda" beverage. [And, she adds, very matter of fact:] It was horrible.

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OH MY GOSH. I can't believe you tried a soda without me!

What kind? What – where did it even GO??

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It was a spur of the moment thing! And I think Joker said it was the... Cream? Kind?

...Anyway, mostly it just went all over my... Everything.

[By which she means she spit it up all over herself, of course.]

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Oh my gosh. Like, what, did you just blorf it up or something? I mean, do you even have anywhere else for it to... y'know, go?

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Of course not! You know I can't shapeshift any organs. I was just, holding some in my mouth to see how it felt.

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[Snrrrk.] I can't believe I missed this. Man. I mean, that's just one kind of soda, though, right? You might like different stuff better.

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Ehhhhh... [She doesn't sound so certain.] It wasn't so much the taste as it was the whole... experience. I don't know how you can stand those bubbles. Besides, I kind of horribly embarrassed myself in the process? And I'd really rather not relive that.

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Aw, c'mon, I bet it wasn't that bad. [Amethyst blorfs stuff all over herself all the time it's fine] Anyway, there's loads of other drinks that don't have the bubbly stuff. We just gotta find something you like!

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[Very flatly:] The Ringmaster saw me do it.

[Pause.]

Alright, the Ringmaster showing up actually caused me to do it.

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Pffft, I bet she didn't care.

[Pause. Actually she's not sure. She looks a little concerned.]

Did she?

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She didn't seem happy about it, no.

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Eesh. Well... it's probably fine anyway.

Do you need any help, like... getting the soda outta your uniform?

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[Amethyst are you actually offering to help clean something.]

...Probably, actually, yes. The whole incident has left some unpleasant looking blotches on my shirt.

[Her actual shirt, not... any other article of clothing. To clarify. Since Peridot still collectively refers to all physical garments as "shirts".]

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[she's offering to help remove garments,,]

Yeah, an' it'll get all sticky if you don't clean it out. [She sounds like she's grimacing a little – not over potential stickiness so much as remembered lectures from Pearl about why cleaning Steven's clothes is important.]

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[Oh. Hott]

[Peridot sounds like she's grimacing too, now.] ...Lovely.