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.

Comments

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You're probably not going to be conscious. You getting caught won't tell us anything we don't already know.

[ Like, they've got a comatose human on this end, and Sans can't just teleport back. 'Something complex' is probably a given already. The question is, how can they work with that...

... But Foster said mice. ]

Would your mice trip any of the magic that locks the doors around here? Can you order them to places we can't get to?

[criticallyfucked]

..........

[There is a lengthy pause. But if Foster is disappointed--or pleased--it isn't reflected in his voice.]

...I doubt they'd trigger anything. They're just animates, not raised dead--there's not even a soul in them.

[That's the price you pay when you kill mice four days ago and carry them around in your pockets.]

I can order them anywhere I please.

[Okay, that was a little smug.]

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[ Information Lambert is happy not to have, really. ]

Good. Can you do that without leaving your room?

[criticallyfucked]

Mmhmm.

[Still sounds pretty smug. Possibly smugger.

Though as far as ideas go, Lambert's is... fairly predictable and kind of boring. But not actually bad. He'd just assumed that Lambert already had someone who could do that kind of thing some other way.

The fact that he doesn't...

Well, that probably isn't Lambert's fault, so it doesn't matter. He's useful, and Lambert is making use of him.

He couldn't ask for anything more.]

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[ He does ... but there are only so many of them. And current developments call for being able to cover more ground than he's been able to. ]

All right.

See if they can get into the basement or the kitchens tonight. Follow the servants -- they have to have a way to get in and out. If they find one, I'll have them lead one of the nightrunners.

[ If they get caught, no harm no foul, right? ]

[criticallyfucked]

[So that's it, then?]

......I'll keep you posted.

[Don't worry. He's quite sincere.]

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[ AND THEN EVERYTHING WENT TITS UP ]