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LOST CARNIVAL -> IC Contact

DESCRIPTION: Zangetsu spends quite some time listening in on the radio and learning all kinds of interesting things.
DESCRIPTION: The mailbox is nondescript and painted white. There's no name on it, but there is a black crescent moon painted on one side.
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[ He's allowed to be a little annoyed at things, sometimes. The Ringmaster isn't safe from his judgment at aaaaall. ]
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But anyway, Childermass wrinkles his nose a bit at his description of the Ringmaster's flaws, even though he's spot on. Or, well, close enough. He's not actually sure what 'space cadet' references, but hey. He'll just roll with it. ]
A little more seriousness in the face of certain doom would be appreciated, though I suppose as long as she manages to win in the long run...
[ He shrugs. What else can you do? ]
In any case, as you've gone ahead and dealt with the issue on your own, I don't see much reason to take up any more of your time, Zangetsu.
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Space cadet! You know, like -- oh right. Victorian England. Damn. He shrugs]
Results are what matter. [he chuckles and gives a wry, sarcastic smile] What, you don't wanna hang out?