Marco the Phoenix (
fierybluebird) wrote2011-04-05 04:01 pm
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11 - AU!Disc [Audio] In which pineapples are plentiful
Has anyone seen my Ace of Spades?
Linda apparently can't find it. She's good at finding other stuff though, but not Rika's crystals. Which is a shame, I was going to hang them up in the windows. Might liven up all the black. [In the background there's the sound of a woman tsking him and reminding him that he gets to decorate the office, not the apartment, so he should suck up and deal because black is the in-thing.]
Yeah, right, anyway. Got in touch with the Sandwich Factory --
[At this, the transmission is interrupted for a loud THWACK! as something loud was thrown and cracked near the communicator.] NOT YOU LINDA. GOD! PUT THE HEELS DOWN! You're worse than Pops' nurses!
[And a loud woman's voice.] WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?
[And anyone who knows Marco might recognized this silence as Marco's usual deadpan thinking up the right thing to say.] Love you baby? [WELL, apparently that worked because the woman devolves into a bunch of coos and purrs.] Right, I'm just going to take that heel now... before you break things. Haha. Wait. What is that on the plate?
Spam on toast with pineapple! It's your favorite!
That's inedible.
[And that would be the sound of Marco getting slapped and the voice wandering away yelling he can get his own damn food then.]
Right. Okay. Yeah. So uh. I guess anyone who finds this not an ordinary day and has lots of missing stuff, check in. Maybe we can find it together with a giant lost and found or something. Thanks.
Linda apparently can't find it. She's good at finding other stuff though, but not Rika's crystals. Which is a shame, I was going to hang them up in the windows. Might liven up all the black. [In the background there's the sound of a woman tsking him and reminding him that he gets to decorate the office, not the apartment, so he should suck up and deal because black is the in-thing.]
Yeah, right, anyway. Got in touch with the Sandwich Factory --
[At this, the transmission is interrupted for a loud THWACK! as something loud was thrown and cracked near the communicator.] NOT YOU LINDA. GOD! PUT THE HEELS DOWN! You're worse than Pops' nurses!
[And a loud woman's voice.] WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?
[And anyone who knows Marco might recognized this silence as Marco's usual deadpan thinking up the right thing to say.] Love you baby? [WELL, apparently that worked because the woman devolves into a bunch of coos and purrs.] Right, I'm just going to take that heel now... before you break things. Haha. Wait. What is that on the plate?
Spam on toast with pineapple! It's your favorite!
That's inedible.
[And that would be the sound of Marco getting slapped and the voice wandering away yelling he can get his own damn food then.]
Right. Okay. Yeah. So uh. I guess anyone who finds this not an ordinary day and has lots of missing stuff, check in. Maybe we can find it together with a giant lost and found or something. Thanks.
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Eri, that you?
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no its just someone pretended to be me
of course its me
though i apologize ahead of time if i dont reply...
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What do you mean? Are you okay?!
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theyre wwatchin us
theyre sayin some of us havve to go to the hospital tonight
wwhatevver that means
but they wwont let us go anywwhere
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What's a faygo?
What the fuck? Who's "they?"
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the people wwatchin us
dont you havve people wwatchin you?
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Just Linda. She doesn't leave me alone very long. Worse than Pops' nurses.
Are they doing anything to you?
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wwhy not
theyre not lettin me leavve
i wwant to leavve but theyre sayin i cant until after my appointment
and evven then theyre sayin theyll consider lettin me leavve
im startin to get peevved off here
sol is too pretically seethin right next to me
all of us are actually
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Eridan. Do not let them put collars on you.
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Play nice, it might just be the scientists, eh, not slavers. If they do something creepy during the appointment, let me know. Just don't let put collars on. Anything else I can deal with.
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explode?
...wwhat the hell DO THEY WWANT TO EXPLODE US OR TAKE OUR BLOOD FUCKIN ASSHOLES
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are you sayin
youre not here?
i dont knoww but theyre not takin my blood
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near the hospital from the sounds of it
but i cant say for certain
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All right, keep in touch. If anything happens we'll come help. For now we're just trying to find everyone.
Anyone other than your brothers there?
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they wwont evven let us havve our owwn clothes
wwere wwearin some kind of uniform
not that it matters but they arent exactly comfortable
i saww some others
but i cant be for sure
but i hear em mutterin nonhumans at us
wwhich is kinda obvvious dontcha think but wwhatevver
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Usually they always think the kids are pretty docile because a few beatings makes the kids not fight back. That works for us though, less security, more prone to slipping up. Avoid collars, and I'll work on a plan. Lie low, if you're docile, they'll be happy, they should want you in tact. Sells better.
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looks and sounds more like prisoners
wwhat use is a crippled slavve
no use thats wwhat
and one of my brothers is crippled
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Sometimes they purposely cripple them so they can't get away.
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Keep your eyes and ears open for clues, eh.
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