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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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!

[periphrasing]

[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?

[periphrasing]

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?

[periphrasing]

[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.]

[periphrasing]

[Oh. Hott]

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