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

[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.]