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

[periphrasing]

[Peridot cusses under her breath.]

Okay, well do you have any idea how it works? Like what exactly makes it fun? As near as I can tell it just involves imbibing liquids that make you act like a massive clod, but for whatever reason several people are advocating for it and are even conspiring to encourage ME to try it!

[drrdrrdrr]

Ehh, well... it makes people do dumb stuff without worrying about whether it's dumb, which is cool. And it makes you feel weird, which is also cool... but it's not gonna work on you anyway, dude, you gotta have, like, a brain and blood and stuff.

[periphrasing]

Well that gives me an excuse not to do it if I decide not to try it, I suppose. But I do have a spell that could cover me on all fronts, if necessary. I just don't know if I should.

[drrdrrdrr]

Whoah wait, you mean you can?

Dude, you gotta do it!

[periphrasing]

But I don't know how, or what the customs involved are--!? I don't know anything about this!

[This BASICALLY SOUNDS like willingly poisoning yourself to her, and she's not sure she's down with that!]

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Do it for meee Peridot...

[periphrasing]

Nnnnnnngh...

[Peer pressure. IT'S TOO MUCH.]

Alright fine. I'll do it, out of a sense of scientific curiosity. And... Also, for you.