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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Well, I can't find my room-mates. The D brothers if you ever met them.
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I haven't met them, but I'll keep an eye out.
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Thank you. The older one has freckles and a tattoo with his name on it. The younger has a straw hat he'd freak out if it got lost and a scar under his eye.
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Do you have any ideas in how we arrived here?
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Maybe something about the crystals? They showed Discedo's past, so maybe this is Discedo's past.
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I'll gather more information about this place and report on it later.
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Bit more complicated though.
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How've you been lately?
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[...] Fine, attempting to adapt to this area.
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Heh, fair enough. Don't adapt too much, eh.
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I won't, just enough to survive.
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Sounds like the right amount.
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