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[whattaprick]

✆CHANNEL FREQUENCY: 843.77425 (personal);
DESCRIPTION: Half the time he forgets this thing even exists, or how to turn it on and off.

✉MAIL BOX LOCATION: Next to trailer steps.
DESCRIPTION: The concept of a mailbox is rather foreign to Lambert, who's not exactly what you'd call big on personal correspondence. But there's a wooden crate you can probably drop shit into ???

BUG LAMBERT TO MAKE YOU SHIT: Given time and the right ingredients (which he'll usually ask people to provide) he can make potions (with potential side effects), oils, and bombs. You can bother him more about that in person.

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a letter, slipped under lambert's door at the start of the summerlands

[kingsroads]

[ holy shit why do none of his friends use their mailboxes, it is not that hard a concept to grasp.

also surprise, the guy who writes a really wordy book writes REALLY WORDY LETTERS ]

To Lambert,

I must apologize for my actions in Portland. Obviously that man was not me and I would never hold some of the dreadful opinions he held, and yet I feel I must take responsibility for those bridges he burned, both before and after my unintentional stay with the Summer Court. I truly am sorry for any pain, suffering, or inconvenience that I've put you though.

Likewise, I must thank you for your actions in Portland. You were far too kind to me, more than I deserved, especially with regards to that cat nonsense.

Unfortunately, I must press upon your kindness once more. Meet me at my trailer sometime tonight--I shall be in all evening so stop by whenever. During my unintentional stay with Nightshade, I learned some information about the fae that you, as Nightrider, should know as well.

I shall send a letter with the same request to John Childermass as well. Perhaps the two of you could coordinate and arrive at the same time? It would make explaining things easier, to say the least.

Sincerely yours, Jonathan Strange.

Addendum: If you could bring along a bottle of White Gull, I would greatly appreciate that.

[ ha ha let's get fucked up and not think. ]

[whattaprick]

[ snap crackle pop, lambert's voice is rough, sounds like death warmed over, but he's at least amused so that's something. ]

We have radios for a reason, you know.

[ assuming strange even has it on him. ]

[kingsroads]

[ Thankfully, Strange does have his on it. And man, he sounds pretty tired as well, though definitely happy to hear Lambert's voice. ]

I have to apologize to half the damn carnival. I'll be hoarse if I bother everyone over the radio.

[whattaprick]

And your hand's going to fall off if you keep writing 'em. Which of the two do you need more?

[ Leaving that aside for now... ]

It'd be better to meet at the Supervisor's grove. There's space in the laboratory, if you really want Childermass tagging along.

[ He manages not to stutter or hesitate over the name, for which he's pretty damn proud of himself, thanks. ]

[kingsroads]

I do, [ said without hesitation. ] Like I said, it involves the fae. And after...well, after everything, he deserves to know.

[whattaprick]

Your funeral.

[ Lambert can imagine exactly how that's going to go over. ]

You said 'tonight,' but is he even walking yet?

[ Like he hasn't been keeping track. ]

[kingsroads]

[ ....well dang. ]

Let me check.

[ with CREEPY MAGIC. Guess what Lambert, you get to hear the sound of Strange just jostling some pots and pans as he tries to get down his scrying basin from the cupboard. ]

[whattaprick]

[ Aaand he's just going to let Strange go about that. It's not like he's waiting breathlessly or anything. ]

[kingsroads]

[ doo doo doo, creepy scrying magic that you can't hear over the radio, wow Strange sure planned this GREAT didn't he.

There's a pause before, ]

I can't find him. All I'm getting is shadows for some reason.

[ okay so there might be a flaw in his plan. ]

[whattaprick]

[ Could he do that before? Lambert doesn't know. ]

Sounds like he doesn't want to be found.

[kingsroads]

[ Strange lets out a noise of pure annoyance. ]

I'm not surprised. I suppose that I'll just have to tell you the information and hope to find Childermass later.

[ because yeah, you're still getting dragged into this, Nightrider. ]

[whattaprick]

Good luck with that.

[ But fine, fine. ]

Bring food and I'll provide the booze. Ran out of White Gull making potions, though, it's just liquor.

[kingsroads]

Really? Damn.

[ it's telling just how fucked up Strange wanted to get. ]

Don't worry, I'll bring something edible and portable. Also, if I forget, remind me: I've got something I want to show you after we talk.

[ iiiiit's a creepy wife gem ]

[whattaprick]

A good thing, or a bad thing?

[kingsroads]

It's amazing.

[ it's creepy as shit ]

[whattaprick]

All right. Guess I'll have to see it for myself.

[ Upon which he'll appropriately recoil with horror. ]

[kingsroads]

And you shall--tonight, of course. Until then, I think I need to- [ and then Strange accidentally yawns because yeah! He needs a nap! ]

Well, a small nap can't hurt.