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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[And there's some more crashing as something else gets thrown.] Ah... Linda... my... beautiful girlfriend.
Apparently.
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[Gasp! Marco, are you getting killed over there?] Linda? Huh... she sounds... charming.
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[Stabbed with high heels man.] Oh she is. Very. You should meet her sometime.
Have you seen my Ace of Spades? Weird question I know, it's just very important.
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Your Ace of ...? Oh! You mean Ace! No, I haven't seen him anywhere. I haven't really seen anyone yet.
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Okay. Where do you work? I'll put it on the list and coordinate it with Japan.
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[Gives simple, SLIGHTLY confusing directions.]
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[She'll be scribbling them down.] Thanks, Marco! Maybe I can drop by after I'm done here.
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Unfortunately, the newer Discedo was larger. Bigger, more crowded, cleaner, nicer, and... there was a bakery.
There were two.
And there was a credit card with some guy's name on it that she had no problem using. So by the time she found Marco's place, she had already bought an entire cake and some cookies. Half of her wanted a popsicle--
Oh. There was Marco's place. She knocks on the door.]
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Hey there kiddo. [Ushers inside~ and WHISPERS.] Don't tell Linda too much, eh? I'm trying not to upset her too much and give her reasons to go to the cops.
[Okay, as far as One Piece pirates go, ladies' man Marco is not.]
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I won't, trust me. Want some cake?
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[She puts on her best 'I'm an innocent girl' face for when they arrive in the kitchen and just waves to the psycho-girlfriend Marco's been saddled with.]
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Linda, this is Anemone, Anemone, Linda.
[Said psycho goth girlfriend just stares and then tries to be polite-ish.]
Uh. Right. And how does Marco know you again?
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Nice to meet you, Linda. He's--[uh uh lie on the spot um]--my cousin. Hey, want some cake? I brought cake over. It's chocolate.
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So glad to see everyone getting along.
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This is the best kind of dinner, isn't it? [She'll gladly make smalltalk over cake. Yay happy meal-invading funtiems!]
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[Luckily for them both, Linda gets another phone call and hurries off to go do work. And yet she calls Marco the workaholic. Go figure.]
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I want a nap... Oh! Marco. Who else is here anyway? Did you ever find 'your Ace'?
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Japan and Seifer are okay, a few people I never even met before... here. [Hands her a list of the found people thus far.]
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