Lost Carnival radio & mail

FREQUENCY: 144.98750
DESCRIPTION: If she doesn't answer she's probably napping.
DESCRIPTION: If she doesn't answer she's probably napping.
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
DESCRIPTION: there's probably some stuff that's not mail in there too
TEXT Oct. 5th or whatever, the day Amethyst disappears
But now life has handed her that line on a silver platter: It's time for math class and Amethyst isn't here at all today.]
Class is starting, you better get here fast or otherwise have a good excuse for being late.
[Heh. Nailed it.]
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n slobbered all over my head w his dumb bear mouth but w/e
u went to the fair thing tho?? what was the deal w THAT
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>Kudos to your 'bro' then.
>For rescuing you I mean. Not for salivating all over your head.
>The fair was a *gigantic waste of time*, is what it's deal was. Some kind of party run by a 'fae of the wylds'. It called itself 'The Beast'.
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dont think so neway
idk tho didnt even know fae was a REAL THING until all this crap
literally all i did was eat some fruit n shes like oh i own u now ur not a real were
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Yes, you're never supposed to eat the food they offer. That's a fairly common facet of fae lore. But why would she tell you that you're not a real werebeast? That just seems unnecessarily cruel.
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[Which, hurts her to admit, because eating random food off the floor is still an incredibly stupid thing to do.]
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