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

Mailbox

[pipers_son]

[Checking in the mailbox will reveal a very small package, wrapped up carefully. Opening it reveals a single earring, and under it a letter written in what is actually pretty tidy writing.]

Use this in case of emergencies. All you have to do is touch it and think of me really hard. It'll take you straight to the inside of my trailer, hopefully away from anything that's causing us trouble. It only works on the grounds of the carnival, so get very good at running back here and always keep in mind how to get back.

- Joker

[Look, he signed his name and everything, no playing card- HA HA NAH there is absolutely a joker playing card beneath the note. What the fuck, Joker]

Radio (Back after the supervisor's interlude)

[periphrasing]

Ames are you there? I need to tell you something important. Immediately.

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Whoah sure what's up??

DELIVERY

[starseedling]

[Steven's been making seashell jewelry with the merfolk, and so naturally he's decided to share the wealth with his treasured friends. He'll either give it to you in person or via your mailbox. If in person, he'll pretty much just swim up to you and be like "Here! This is for you! I made it!" and if you get it in the mailbox it will have a note with it that basically says the same thing, plus a small doodle of a heart-shaped fish.

Steven has made Amethyst a seashell necklace. It will be gifted sometime during the off week.]

[periphrasing]

[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??

[periphrasing]

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?

[periphrasing]

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.

[periphrasing]

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!

[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.

TEXT Oct. 5th or whatever, the day Amethyst disappears

[periphrasing]

[Peridot's been waiting for the perfect excuse to text this girl since she first got her number, but. How do you strike up a conversation with someone so cool and aloof? Consulting the internet, she'd learned that waiting three days before texting is generally ideal, but she also learned that a good opening line was essential. That, she has been lacking.

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.]

[periphrasing]

Like being sick or brutally injured

[periphrasing]

I apologize in advance if you ARE actually brutally sick, or injured.

[periphrasing]

I mean, sick, or brutally injured. I'm not sure if it's possibly to be "brutally sick"?

[periphrasing]

"LOL", as they say. Anyway I hope everything is OK.

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uhhh hay pdot whatsup hope i didnt miss nething good in class lol