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✆CHANNEL FREQUENCY: 319.03058
DESCRIPTION: Don't ask her about the significance of the number of her frequency. It's something about the production code of her favorite episode of CPH and some other significant numbers from that show, who even knows...

✉MAIL BOX LOCATION: Mailbox is on her door, it's shaped like a chicken???
DESCRIPTION: She doesn't really see the point of correspondence by mail. You're better off hitting up her radio or finding her in person if it's something important.

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[LOOK SHE CAN'T BE EXPECTED TO KEEP ALL THREE OF HER EMPLOYEES STRAIGHT.

Without speaking into the radio, there's an "ooohhh" of understanding that happens before Peridot hits the button to respond.]

Okay, I know who you're referring to... but what exactly do you expect me to do about it??

[No seriously. She's asking you, Psii. Even if she sounds kind of defensive in her response.]

[dorkypantsuit]

I don't know, but someone should do something!

[This is dumb! He is being dumb. He needs to calm down.]

Sorry. I'm sorry. I don't need to be shouting.

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[Yeah she holds the radio a way from her face a little bit when he first chimes back in. Peridot just opts to ignore all that and cut straight to the point: ]

Well you clearly have a better idea of what's going on with her than I do, so why don't you just talk to her?

[dorkypantsuit]

Because I tried and she basically told me to go fuck myself.

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I get the distinct impression that I'm going to get pretty much the same reaction if I try.

[dorkypantsuit]

That doesn't mean you shouldn't try...

[He mostly mumbles, but it should still be loud enough for Peridot to hear.]