IC SUGGESTION BOX

[lordofthering]

A real suggestions box hanging outside of the Ringmaster's "office."
Slot takes paper letters and perhaps very small animals.

Comments

[lordofthering]

I could get rid of that. [She shrugs a shoulder.] It's not even done by a High Fae... just the ones from Strange's world. I'd be surprised that Strange wasn't doing that contract himself, if he was any less arrogant.

[whattaprick]

[ That ... makes Lambert relax, just a little. At least one of his friends has a solvable problem, and that's a relief. ]

I'm sure he'd rather think he could do it himself. [ Again: what an idiot. But there's an exasperated affection in his voice when he says that, though he's quick to sober up again. ]

Could Childermass's curse be transferred to someone else? Or the consequences deflected, somehow? [ He doesn't know the exact wording of the spell (because he'd stomped off before he could find out) but he assumes she knows what's relevant for that. ]

[lordofthering]

[Well she knows exactly where THAT'S going. She tilts her head at Lambert, as if to ask 'seriously'?]

Not unless the Rose Queen wanted to transfer it, so you'd have to take it up with her. [Don't actually do that.] Beside, we both know you trying to steal any consequences is just going to result in a massive lover's spat, now isn't it?

[whattaprick]

[ Lambert flushes beet red -- he assumed, given this was her realm, that the Ringmaster had a fair idea of what was going on, but he didn't actually expect her to call him out on it in a conversation like this -- and scowls. ]

I'd rather have him fighting with me than dead.

[lordofthering]

[What does she have to fear, really? Lambert smells like Childermass pretty much all the time.]

I'm sure he'd say the same of you. These troubles go both ways.

[whattaprick]

[ Lambert might actually be weirdly proud of that, but Childermass probably wouldn't take it well. Oblivious to exactly how the Ringmaster comes by her particular knowledge of this through fairly mundane means (although really, Lambert's painfully obvious regardless) the witcher just turns his gaze away for a moment, expression stormy as he works out something with himself. Both ways, huh? ]

We talked about arranging for a spell. [ He said, haltingly. This plan was before he exploded at Childermass, so you know, he's not sure that's still on. ] Like you did for Sans and Strange -- an egg. Can you do that?