IC RADIO CONTACT

[starseedling]

✆CHANNEL FREQUENCY: 123.78383
DESCRIPTION: Steven will be fairly quick to answer, on average, but it's also entirely possible that he'll forget his radio or get distracted from answering.

✉MAIL BOX LOCATION: Mailbox on Door
DESCRIPTION: It's wooden and a little crooked but Steven is gradually covering it in sequins and jewels.

Comments

[starseedling]

Oh.

[This feels really familiar to a similar situation he's dealt with... and while he had gone as far as outright telling Lars he was wrong about there not being anything going on between him and Sadie, he's just not feeling it right now. Not when both men involved kind of intimidate him.]

I'm sorry.

[For making the wrong assumption, or for the fact that it never panned out into anything? Not totally clear.]

[whattaprick]

Don't be.

[ Its said a little stiffly. And it's clearly a subject Lambert wants to leave behind, because he goes on: ]

Anyway, if you remember anything else, or if you see anything out of place... let one of us know. Even if it doesn't seem important. Think you can handle that?

[starseedling]

[Steven is immune to awkwardness at the moment, all he feels is vague melancholy.]

Yeah, I think so.

[He pauses again.]

...Do you think the Ringmaster would let me see the Blue Rose for a minute?

[whattaprick]

[ Lambert pauses, thinking. ]

She might. Maybe not alone, though. Did you want to?

[starseedling]

I still have my powers from Portland... so...

[He shrugs his shoulders helplessly on his side of the radio.]

If I could interact with it, then she could too, right?

[whattaprick]

I think anyone who's part plant could. Syrlya turned it into a sword and used it to kill the Prince.

[ Probably not helping, Lambert. ]

But ... he said that it might be possible for it to take other shapes. You talk to plants, right?

[starseedling]

Yeah, kinda... Especially the faerie ones. They tended to have the most to say, anyway...

[He spent a lot of his time looking after faerie plants when he was trapped in the gardens.]

[whattaprick]

All right. If you're willing to talk to it, I'll ask her.

Who do you want with you, if she says yes?

[starseedling]

Um...

...You could come? Since, I'm already talking to you about it and stuff! And you're the Nightrider. That makes sense, right?

[whattaprick]

[ Well, its nice to know someone has faith in him. However: ]

I don't understand much about the fae or fae magic. And this is a pretty powerful artifact. If there's a risk that it's dangerous, I might not be able to do anything to help.

[ Them's the facts, buddy. ]

But I'll be there if you want me to be.

[starseedling]

I know...

[He speaks with the tone of a weak smile.]

I don't think anyone really knows what to do about this stuff.

[whattaprick]

Some still have a better idea than others. I'd feel better if I ask a few other people to come.