[OOC] Lost Carnival Contact

[control_freak]

✆CHANNEL FREQUENCY: 206.18999
DESCRIPTION: If Foster hasn't lost his walkie-talkie, he'll answer you! If he has........ uh. Well. It wouldn't be the first time.

✉MAIL BOX LOCATION: There's no mailbox???
DESCRIPTION: Foster never checks his mail, assumes he won't get any, and is automatically unhappy to receive any on the rare occasion such a thing might actually happen. But you're welcome to leave it on his doorstep. Maybe his roommate will get it.

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[tacosgay]

Taako makes a pensive sound, high and set in the back of his throat.

"Mmmmmmm... except I think I know a way to get rid of that, too, kind of. You can make everyone, including yourself, forget it ever happened, anyway, if that's good enough for you."

The voidfish. Whatever information is fed to it is erased from existence, except from those who drink from its tank-- normally, the idea is kind of creepy, but in this case, it may be just what Foster needs to actually fix his shit.

"Patch the holes in your brain, then just throw whatever you want to get rid of to our little friend the voidfish, and you're set, my dude: a whole new Foster. Or, uh, I guess you could actually pick a new name, too, if you wanted to?"