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fierybluebird) wrote2011-04-05 04:01 pm
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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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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[She nods confidently, then begins looking at the list for anyone she recognizes.]
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[Though remembering it makes her frown. Her brows furrow at this list.] There are so many!
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And more to go.
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[She puts the list down, sighing.] And we're... stuck here. All of us?
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For now. Where there's a way in, there's often a way out. It's just a matter of taking it I suppose.