You turn to your TCPs back at base, saying that you’re going to need to experiment. You tell Marnet to shove her claw into her bag of holding, the lobster type obliging without any fuss. You flick back to Jasper and ask them to reach into theirs- the phantom type surprised to make physical contact, lingering for a moment.
Back with Buddy and Marnet, you explain that things are kind of bad right now- Marnet interrupts you, saying that Cynthia and Slop already filled them in. They get it. You swallow, saying that you wanted to try something kind of risky…sending a TCP through the bag of holding to help Jasper. But, it’s gotta be someone who fits.
Buddy volunteers without hesitation, standing tall and trying to keep from trembling. You’re taken aback at the little TCP’s insistence, and ask if it’s sure. It nods, saying that it’s never been sure of anything more. It’ll help Jasper one way or another, and family doesn’t get left behind.
VOIDSY: Change of plans. Buddy’s going through the bag.
MILLER: What?!
MILLER: Are you sure that’s a good idea?
VOIDSY: Buddy’s for it, and the only TCP we’ve got back at base that can fit in the bag.
VOIDSY: We trust it.
WRETCH: if yr sure…
VOIDSY: Without a doubt. Send the potions with it.
EASTWOOD: Good luck.
Marnet helps Buddy into the bag, holding its own duffel bag close. The lobster type tells it to be careful, to which Buddy gives an affirmative grinding noise. Does it have everything it needs? Buddy pats its duffel bag. Marnet’s overwhelmed with pride, giving the knife type one last, gentle hug.