IC CONTACT for lostcarnival

[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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[atouts]

[ yep, that's the idea i'm running with in case so hey, anyway.

It makes enough sense a witcher would be alert after that much drinking, considering how much it takes to get the man drunk in the first place. ]

Good. I was hoping you would join Mr. Strange and myself for breakfast at my trailer. There's something I need to tell the both of you.

[whattaprick]

Breakfast? I don't even think he's awake yet.

[ Like, you were watching, right? Strange might not have gotten totally wasted, but he's also still just a normal man... if a very magical one. But it's just a distraction from the bigger puzzle: what could Childermass possibly have to tell them both? Flickers of last night's conversation comes to mind, and he has to wonder if it's related to any of those... ]

When should I drop by?

[atouts]

He will be.

[ Not his fault if Strange didn't guzzle a gallon of water before passing out, now is it? ]

And the sooner you're here, the less likely everything will have gone cold.

[whattaprick]

All right, I'm going. Unlike some people, I can't walk through mirrors or shadows.