[ Well. Score. Now what, though. If he just asks her about Koumei, she probably won't respond. ]
TO: lesedi@priderecords.prc FROM: s.squalo@priderecords.prc SUBJECT: RE: RE: YOUR GHOST FRIENDS
Oh, you know. People who should be dead conspiring using idiots who still don't know any better. You sure you want to have this conversation over email?
TO: lesedi@priderecords.prc FROM: s.squalo@priderecords.prc SUBJECT: RE: YOUR GHOST FRIENDS
And I thought I could tell you over late dinner. I can guarantee it wouldn't be a waste of your time.
[ w...hen in doubt, hit on your homicidal, omnipowerful superior? ]
[ he could, theoretically, throw some other bands under the bus, but ]
Garcia, the bartender on the first floor, is giving out flyers to new musicians. It says "Remember January 30th". When I asked what the fuck it was about, a valve flew right off a soda machine and hit me, but nobody was there. Don't tell me that's a new feature you had installed.
A few minutes later, Squalo will find himself abruptly teleported into Lesedi's office, right in front of her desk. She is leaning forward over tented fingers, looking very annoyed and impatient.]
When and where did this happen? Exactly - and I do mean exactly.
[ He still VOIs loudly and possibly falls on his ass as his surroundings suddenly change and whatever comfy thing he was sitting on disappears from under him. ]
Holy shit! I mean. Good afternoon, Miss.
[ It's one thing to hear about this, another to actually live it. But he's been in deadly business long enough not to make her ask twice. He does straighten up first, though. ]
Eleven days ago. "Lion Lounge", between the rec room #7 and the choreography practice area. [ He manages a half-smirk, though it's a bit twitchy, and raises a hand to the back of his head. ] Still got the bruise if you wanna feel it.
Not the first time I see things flying around here.
[ Also he's heard some things from the people who had gone missing on the very day he used for his fake story. Hey, just because he hadn't participated in the thing doesn't mean he's deaf and blind. ]
At least last time they talked instead of braining me with a fucking valve.
[ Of course we're back to him. Brainwashing overlords can't stop this vanity. ]
[ Alright. This is what he stirred all this charade for. No backing out now. He clears his throat, looking nervous, but not exactly scared, and looks right at her, intent as if trying to see into her mind. ]
Thought it'd get your attention. And hey, I was right. [ His tone's non-confrontational, almost calm for once. ] You did get pretty mad about it back then, didn't you?
[ He's pretty sure people don't break someone's joints for fun if there's no personal stake to it, but hey, he could be wrong. ]
[Suddenly, she's on the other side of the desk, and she's grabbing his neck - effortlessly lifting him just enough to make him have to stand on his tip toes.]
If you think for a second that you can play games with me and get away with it - I'll show you where your sack of shit friend is by making sure you join him!
[ Well, shit. He's too hot to die! He forces down the urge to fight back, pretty sure that would only make things worse for him, but hopefully she didn't expect to make him cry and stutter because that's not happening. ]
So not fired, I take it.
[ There's the briefest baring of his teeth, something between a pained grimace from her grip, and... a smirk. ]
Shit, you're beautiful when you're angry.
[ IS HE OKAY IN THE HEAD? ]
[ DEFINITELY NOT. But look on the bright side, maybe he lost it out of fear or something. ]
[ His back collides with it painfully and he slides down with a grunt. He'll probably end up either on the window pane or the floor. Damn, it's a long way down. Thank fuck for sturdy glass? ]
April Fool's?
[ YES SQUALO I'M SURE SHE'S FEELING VERY HUMOROUS RIGHT NOW ]
Well, not the last part. [ important distinction. he does have a thing for people that can make him evaporate at the force of will. ] Do I get an answer?
Her eyes flash like lightning, and suddenly he's being lifted, as if in a field of static. It prickles his skin as he's lifted off the ground, and promptly thrown in the general direction of her book case.]
You'll get my foot up your ass you smug sack of shit!
[ But does his hair stand up from it because it probably looks pretty funny at least. ]
[ He grits his teeth in anticipation this time, but there's still a pained sound when he hits the hard surface, several books probably falling on top of him. ]
[ He opens his mouth to say that it's definitely not his kink, but realizes that maybe, maybe that's not the best idea right now. ]
Not... necessary. You're making a point.
[ ...as close to an apology as it'll get, probably. ]
[Lesedi's cellphone rings. For a moment she looks like she's going to ignore it and carry on, but then she whips it out practically yelling into the phone as she answers:]
What?!
[There's a pause as she listens to whoever is on the other side - she relaxes just a fraction.]
Cass - no! You would not believe the shit I am putting up with today. It is absolutely insane.
[She strides over and gives Squalo one last kick - not as hard as she could - and keeps talking on the phone.]
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interstellarnpcs) wrote2015-09-21 08:13 pm
> Squalo
FROM: s.squalo@priderecords.prc
SUBJECT: YOUR GHOST FRIENDS
Something's going on again. I would like to speak with you at your earliest convenience.
[ ...that's probably the furthest thing from 'discreet' imaginable, but hey, it should get her attention at least. ]
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FROM: lesedi@priderecords.prc
SUBJECT: RE: YOUR GHOST FRIENDS
What are you going on about exactly? Don't waste my time.
-Lesedi Santiago
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TO: lesedi@priderecords.prc
FROM: s.squalo@priderecords.prc
SUBJECT: RE: RE: YOUR GHOST FRIENDS
Oh, you know. People who should be dead conspiring using idiots who still don't know any better. You sure you want to have this conversation over email?
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FROM: lesedi@priderecords.prc
SUBJECT: RE: YOUR GHOST FRIENDS
I said tell me exactly. And I told you not to waste my time. You've got one more reply to stop being vague.
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FROM: s.squalo@priderecords.prc
SUBJECT: RE: YOUR GHOST FRIENDS
And I thought I could tell you over late dinner. I can guarantee it wouldn't be a waste of your time.
[ w...hen in doubt, hit on your homicidal, omnipowerful superior? ]
[ he could, theoretically, throw some other bands under the bus, but ]
Garcia, the bartender on the first floor, is giving out flyers to new musicians. It says "Remember January 30th". When I asked what the fuck it was about, a valve flew right off a soda machine and hit me, but nobody was there. Don't tell me that's a new feature you had installed.
[SUDDENLY ACTION]
A few minutes later, Squalo will find himself abruptly teleported into Lesedi's office, right in front of her desk. She is leaning forward over tented fingers, looking very annoyed and impatient.]
When and where did this happen? Exactly - and I do mean exactly.
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[ He still VOIs loudly and possibly falls on his ass as his surroundings suddenly change and whatever comfy thing he was sitting on disappears from under him. ]
Holy shit! I mean. Good afternoon, Miss.
[ It's one thing to hear about this, another to actually live it. But he's been in deadly business long enough not to make her ask twice. He does straighten up first, though. ]
Eleven days ago. "Lion Lounge", between the rec room #7 and the choreography practice area. [ He manages a half-smirk, though it's a bit twitchy, and raises a hand to the back of his head. ] Still got the bruise if you wanna feel it.
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And how do you know about any "ghosts"?
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Not the first time I see things flying around here.
[ Also he's heard some things from the people who had gone missing on the very day he used for his fake story. Hey, just because he hadn't participated in the thing doesn't mean he's deaf and blind. ]
At least last time they talked instead of braining me with a fucking valve.
[ Of course we're back to him. Brainwashing overlords can't stop this vanity. ]
Oh, and there was something else.
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I'm waiting, Squalo.
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Koumei Ren. What happened to him?
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What did the ghost say, you moron?!
[This might have been the wrong way to go about this.]
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Write, to be precise. "HELP".
[ He hasn't forgotten his own question. ]
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And that's it? And why do you think they have anything to do with me?
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[ He's pretty sure people don't break someone's joints for fun if there's no personal stake to it, but hey, he could be wrong. ]
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If you think for a second that you can play games with me and get away with it - I'll show you where your sack of shit friend is by making sure you join him!
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So not fired, I take it.
[ There's the briefest baring of his teeth, something between a pained grimace from her grip, and... a smirk. ]
Shit, you're beautiful when you're angry.
[ IS HE OKAY IN THE HEAD? ]
[ DEFINITELY NOT. But look on the bright side, maybe he lost it out of fear or something. ]
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With a roar of fury, she just kind of hurls him at the windows behind her desk. They don't break, at least.]
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April Fool's?
[ YES SQUALO I'M SURE SHE'S FEELING VERY HUMOROUS RIGHT NOW ]
Well, not the last part. [ important distinction. he does have a thing for people that can make him evaporate at the force of will. ] Do I get an answer?
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Her eyes flash like lightning, and suddenly he's being lifted, as if in a field of static. It prickles his skin as he's lifted off the ground, and promptly thrown in the general direction of her book case.]
You'll get my foot up your ass you smug sack of shit!
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[ He grits his teeth in anticipation this time, but there's still a pained sound when he hits the hard surface, several books probably falling on top of him. ]
[ He opens his mouth to say that it's definitely not his kink, but realizes that maybe, maybe that's not the best idea right now. ]
Not... necessary. You're making a point.
[ ...as close to an apology as it'll get, probably. ]
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What?!
[There's a pause as she listens to whoever is on the other side - she relaxes just a fraction.]
Cass - no! You would not believe the shit I am putting up with today. It is absolutely insane.
[She strides over and gives Squalo one last kick - not as hard as she could - and keeps talking on the phone.]
I'm at my wit's fucking end.
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Not even a hint?
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I am going to cut your balls off.
[Then briefly returns to her phone.]
I have to handle this. I'm going to be late. Save a spot for me - just joking, I own every seat in the building.
[She hangs up, and then dials a new number.]
Security? Hi. I'm sending a package down to the labs for you. One that is quite possibly withholding information.
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[ --wait, what. ]
Vooi, I answered everything you asked!
[ THIS IS UNFAIR. ]
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Prep the equipment. He'll be right over.
[She closes the phone and leans down to him, speaking in a comparatively soft tone.]
Never...Never. Talk down to me again.
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I didn't. Bad day?
[ ...at least he doesn't ask if it's that time of the month. ]
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Bye!
[And then he'll fall unconscious.]
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