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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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[whattaprick]

We don't know. [ Celandine says plaintively. It's not hard to feel they're letting Strange down somehow, even when it isn't even their fault. It's not, and the mulish, stubborn set of Lambert's jaw looks like he's ramping up to yell, but Celandine is there by then, pressing against his ankle in that stupid little cape Strange made for her, and that stormy expression softens a little.

He doesn't have to actually spend all his time yelling at the people he likes. ]

I'm not like you. [ Is what he has to offer, finally, looking up at him. ] It's like ... it's like you and exercise. I have to work for it. [ He scowls, reflexively. ]

And we only care about working on magic if it will keep us and the people we care about alive. [ Celandine says, despite being a testament to not being a spell not at all that related to survival. Well, unless mental wellness counts. ] You live for magic. We just use it. You're right -- this place bleeds magic. And there's so little we were taught against that.

[kingsroads]

[ What's a nice way to call bullshit. Because Strange knows that Lambert's got magic that has nothing to do with keeping himself alive. There's Celandine. And then there's the fact that he turns into a goddamn dragon, something which could keep people alive, but something that Strange is entirely certain Lambert chose because it's fun.

A brief period of mulling things over tells Strange that the nicest way to call bullshit is to just not call it out at all. ]

If you say so, [ Strange simply responds, though it's obvious he's not convinced about the matter. ] If you ever change your mind, though.... [ Strange trails off, but it's obvious what he's leaving unspoken: if Lambert ever changes his mind, then go bother Strange. ]

[whattaprick]

[ Lambert relaxes, fractionally, as Strange doesn't call him on bullshit, and Celandine sighs, pressing against him. He has his reasons, but he doesn't care to be pressed about them. And if Strange will leave it alone, then he doesn't have to get defensive about them. It doesn't matter that Strange isn't convinced; what matters is that he doesn't say it. ]

Thanks. [ He says, quietly. And then -- ] I'm staying out here a while longer. You can stay or head back to the Carnival if you want.

[kingsroads]

I think I might head back, [ Strange admits, shivering slightly. It's cold! ] You do have your radio on you, don't you? Call me if you need a lift or want me to bring you anything.

[ One of the joys of dumb teleport spammy magic. ]