Lost Carnival IC Contact

[sworntothesword]

✆CHANNEL
FREQUENCY: 144.98750

DESCRIPTION: Connie listens to the radio on occasion but rarely chimes in unless she feels she has something to contribute.




✉MAIL BOX
LOCATION: Mailbox on Door

DESCRIPTION: Connie shares a mailbox with Steven Universe. She doesn't see much reason to have her own separate box, just address the mail appropriately.

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DAY 17

[starseedling]

[At some point Steven will give this a shot because he doesn't know what he's doing. His voice is a bit pitchy as he speaks, his embarrassment making his voice high and strained.]

Um. I don't know if you have your radio on, but... this is Steven...

If you hear this, um... I'm sorry, about what I said, and...

Can we talk about it? Please?

[sworntothesword]

[ Connie opens the channel to listen, and she feels herself tense up when she hears Steven's voice.

She's been going over that conversation in her head nonstop since yesterday. She's been thinking thinking thinking. Did she say something wrong? What was she expecting him to say? What should he have said? What would have made it go better? Could it have gone worse? Did he mean what he said? Why did he say it? Had she been unfair, was she asking too much? Was she not asking enough?

She hears the apology and she can't even stop the tears from coming down, something inside her unwinds and the sudden relief is extraordinary. She's glad these are radios, because if she didn't have to push a button to speak, he would hear her doing some gross sobbing on the other side.

A few minutes later when she's calmed herself down somewhat, she presses the button to talk but... she doesn't know what to say. She can't do this over the radio. She depresses the button. ]

[starseedling]

[He can't sense anything from her when they are this far apart, so her reaction is a painful mystery. He thinks for a second he might have heard static on the other side of the radio, but he isn't sure enough to answer. He stares at his radio for a while, waiting, and then puts it down on his lap.

Maybe she's still mad. Maybe she needs more time to think about it? He hesitates for a while over whether he should say anything else, until finally:]

Um... [His voice crackles.] Let me know, okay?

[He sets his radio off to the side, flushing. Lil makes a soft chitter at his side, and he directs his attention towards petting the Chikorita's leaf sadly instead.]