IC Contact: Lost Carnival

[likethelight]

✆CHANNEL
FREQUENCY: 014.01414

DESCRIPTION: Given Allen’s natural distrust of technology and things that can track him, this is probably thrust in with his socks somewhere and left forgotten… good luck getting him to answer.

✉MAIL BOX
LOCATION: Mailbox crookedly on Door

DESCRIPTION: This mailbox is… god, why is it so creepy. Are those real cobwebs or fake ones? Is it supposed to look like a haunted funhouse?!

For real though, it doesn’t look like there’s ever been any mail in it… Although attempts to slide a letter in will result in the door slamming shut on your finger unless you’re rather quick. Careful, that’s a painful nip! If it ever reaches its intended target is anyone’s guess… although from time to time you might see a plump golden golem lurking around it. Hmm.

Comments

radio - operation "gold medal surprise party for steven"

[pipers_son]

Heeeeeello, Mr. Walker! This is yer boss speakin'! Pick up quick now!

[likethelight]

[ Sorry, Joker. The reply is not going to be immediately forthwith. In fact, there's no reply coming at all at first.. it isn't anything personal!! In fact he's actually feel quite badly about it!

Because his radio might have been shoved in with his shocks and forgotten about.

So is he imaging something or was his suitcase talking for a moment??? ]

[pipers_son]

[It's fine. This isn't the first person in the carnival that's forgotten about their radio. Still, Joker will keep chatting away.]

I hope ya aren't anywhere at our stop, that whole thing is a mess.... I'll come look for ya at yer trailer, then.

[Which, funny thing about that which he doesn't know yet...]

[likethelight]

[ HIS SUITCASE IS HAUNTED

LINK WAS RIGHT, THIS IS WHY YOU DON'T DAWDLE ON WASHING YOUR SOCKS ]

... hello? [ He's just going to.. poke it somewhat skeptically. The suitcase, not the radio, so sadly Joker still can't hear him. Give him a few more minutes and he'll figure it out. As for his trailer..

Well. If he does figure out which it is and comes looking for him—Allen is indeed there. Winning a medal in Space Poker was kind of just the boost he needed.

Just enough of a boost to stride boldly forth into Tyki Mikk's trailer and claim his rightful top bunk. 💔 ]

[pipers_son]

[Definitely no go on hearing. Good thing Joker is still humming to himself and occasionally saying things.]

Why she doesn't just attach these ta people's hips sometimes...

[Fortunately, as an all seeing and all knowing supervisor (who knows where to task on trailer assignments), Joker can indeed figure it out. Actually, he tends to be the first to know about where everyone is staying at, for.... reasons, okay? Fish related reasons. Don't worry about it.]

[So while Allen is panicking over his haunted suitcase, there'll be a light knock at the door that sounds strangely like wood is being rapped against it.]

ok with presuming he's at least tangentially familiar with Joker given his job? I can amend!

[likethelight]

[ What would fish have to do with it...

Lo and behold he did—bracing like one about to be bitten—open the suitcase just in time to see it is actually just the radio.. look, when you've been a fugitive on the run, the last thing you want is to have a device on you that lets people contact or possibly track you. So he kind of put it out of his mind, especially with everything else going on. It's a miracle he didn't just throw it away. (It's because he's too money-conscious to throw out valuable technology like that. He's Victorian; of course it's expensive to him.)

But he blinks and then blinks again when he hears the door knock before he can even debate what to do. ]

...

[ Let's just. Open the door very carefully then. Although he blinks and swings it wider when he sees who it is. ]

Mister Manager...? [ He's barely even been here half an hour!! did Tyki find out and complain already ]

yeah, that's fine! I meant to tag earlier, but then, like... a week had passed lmf

[pipers_son]

'Lo~!

[With his good (and only) hand wrapped around his own radio, Joker detaches a few to waggle them at Allen, the wooden digits absolutely responsible for the very distinctive knock.]

Glad ta see yer on carnival grounds and that I would't have ta go searchin' for ya off 'em! Ya really should learn ta answer yer radio more, 'tho. All sorts of important things happen on 'em~.

[Like the death of a supervisor being announced, although he's not naming any names.]

of course!! don't even worry about it ♥

[likethelight]

[ Crap. ]

Ah, sorry about that... [ Feel bad for causing an inconvenience? Yes. Any more inclined to use it? Well...

Sheepish or not, he steps aside a little and opens the door a bit wider so he can come inside if he's so inclined. I mean, it's 99.99999% Tyki's things in here, he doesn't care. ]

What brings you by?

[pipers_son]

[Yeah, Joker is more than familiar with Tyki's shit, sorry Allen. Alas, he'll have to decline an invitation inside today. Instead, he gives a hop back and gestures for the other to follow him.]

I have a job for ya ta do! If yer not busy with anythin' else, of course. [Which he shouldn't be, but, hey.]

[likethelight]

[ Ah??? That's—?

Well it's his boss, so.. it's not like he really has a choice. Even if he seems momentarily torn, eyes flicking towards his suitcase. Leaving his things behind when Tyki doesn't even know he took it upon himself to finally move in.. after Allen beat him pretty soundly on televised poker...

Oh well. He follows Joker, Timcanpy drifting after him as he shuts the trailer behind him. ]

What sort of job?

[pipers_son]

[So, Allen, good news and bad news about Tyki's whereabouts...]

Throwin' a party~. [Grinning back over his shoulder at Allen, Joker winks.] Someone else in Performance has won a gold medal~. Have ya met Steven Universe yet?

[likethelight]

[ If he knew he would be throwing himself into the middle of that so fast...

Probably a good thing, because there'd absolutely be A Fight. ]

A party? [ Oh! ]

Not really, just in passing I think. [ The name sounds familiar. He is still getting used to the other performers in the carnival, it's only been a few days and his mind is still mostly on how to Not Be Here. But what good would he be at helping with a party? ]

[pipers_son]

He's a short lad, wings and flowers all over. [His own give a little twitch even as he walks, leading the way to the cookhouse.] You'll know him when ya see him.

[Particularly because, well, the party is for him.]

Anyway, we'll need help decoratin' and cookin'. Either somethin' ya have a talent for?

[likethelight]

[ Wings are something he doubts he'll ever get used to, but he's become accustomed enough by now not to gawk... after all, he's always hated it when other people have stared at him.

He flashes a sheepish smile at cooking, however, and scratches at his cheek. ]

I, ah... used to work part time in a cafeteria, but—just to serve. [ You don't want him making the food. Seriously. For reasons. ]

I could help decorate, though. [ He'll gladly climb things precariously to hang items if directed. His sense of decorating just sucks though. ] When is it?

[pipers_son]

Well, we could use any and all hands.

[The grin on his face only gets all the wider.]

Especially since it's tonight~.

[NO PARTY LIKE A LAST MINUTE PARTY]

[likethelight]

[ excuse him what ]

Isn't that a little sudden?

[pipers_son]

It's fine, it's fine~.

[Joker just laughs, completely unbothered.]

The sooner it is, the bigger a surprise it is! Besides- [His hand waves through the air lazily.] We're not doin' somethin' big and fancy. There's no need for it ta be perfect.