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

[whattaprick]

Good to know. [ His mouth twitches slightly, in amusement. Even Strange's claims that the changes aren't permanent notwithstanding, he's not keen on any more changes just yet.

Rather than respond directly to the notion of how much time he'll have to decide on the question, though... he goes a different tack. ]

Hey, I've been wondering something.

If we die before we complete our time here ... does that mean the deal's off? We don't get what we asked for?

[lordofthering]

Oh...

[She has to consider that. It's not something that comes up very often.]

Usually I make my payments upfront, but sometimes it gets left until the worker goes home just for convenience purposes... so, no. If you died there would be no reason for me to back down my side of the bargain. I could honestly fulfill my end of your contract right now, but it would be a bit complicated with the way the timelines work...

So often, the person will want to make the kill themselves, which is a whole other thing to arrange.

[whattaprick]

[ Sounds like a whole lot of Complicated Magic Shit to him, but it does get him to relax a little, at least. He'd been worrying about that since it came up with Strange, and seeing all the shit they've been through, he was starting to realize this whole carnival thing wasn't the stroll through the fields he'd expected -- more like running the Gauntlet. Constantly. ]

All right. [ He pauses, exhaling. That takes some of the pressure off, at least. Assuming she's telling the truth, but ... while she might be evasive, it doesn't seem in her nature to actually lie. ]

One more thing. If I decide I don't want to do it anymore -- I can quit being Nightrider, right? I wouldn't go back on my original contract, obviously, but ...

[lordofthering]

[She's silent for a moment, and then answer, just a little sullenly:]

I suppose so.

[That is to say, she isn't going to force you to keep doing it past a certain point, but it will be really annoying and a big hassle for her to find someone else most likely so she's rather you didn't.]

[whattaprick]

All right.

[ And there's an awkward pause for a beat or two after that. What's he supposed to say now? 'Good talk, thanks for the job offer, now can you let me think about it without me feeling weird things about responsibility and how I actually just got praised for doing something instead of being told I didn't do it right and someone trying to possibly shoot me in the process of getting paid?'

Because, yeah, he can get used to the last part. ]

Lemme think about it, all right? [ He grins, sharply. ] Someone told me I wasn't too good at that, so it shouldn't take too long. I'll let you know.

[lordofthering]

Very well.

[It's not said tersely, but she's not very enthusiastic to wait either. She puts out her arms like she's about to do a gymnastics pose.]

I await your decision!

[And then she does a backflip and vanishes into thin air.]