Liam Kincaid (
firstofitskind) wrote2019-05-13 07:53 am
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MHA #6, Monday Afternoon
The island was being weird again. Because of course it was. Though at least this latest bout of weirdness seemed... relatively benign?
It hadn't actively interfered with any of Liam's usual morning routines, anyway. So that was good, he supposed. And now that it was a bit later in the day and he could be reasonably certain the person on the other end would actually be awake, he dialed a certain number on his Global. There were a couple of things he needed to take care of.
It rang once, twice, and then...
"Heyyyyyy, hot stuff!" the redhead on the other end chirped at him as the video feed connected.
"Street," Liam grinned. "It's been a while."
"Yeah, well," she shrugged. "Who's fault is that?" she asked pointedly. Because it was absolutely Liam's fault, yes.
"Point taken," Liam acknowledged. "Listen, I need-"
"A favor," Street chorused with him in unison. But she didn't look put out or anything, just amused. "You know, only giving me a ring when you need something is a guaranteed way to give a girl a complex. But what do you need?"
She listened attentively as Liam outlined just what it was he needed her to do, nodding occasionally.
"Shouldn't be too hard," Street said finally. "I'll let you know when everything's good to go. And- just 'cause this isn't your home anymore, doesn't mean there's not people who love you here, you know?" ... Though by 'people', she mostly meant 'her', since everyone else Liam cared about was either dead or off exploring space. "Maybe try calling more often?"
"Yeah," Liam said, smile turning soft around the edges. "I'll do that, Street. Thanks again."
With a wink and a little wave, Street shut off the connection on her end. Liam slid the Global closed and pocketed again. Now all he had to do was let Verity know things were in motion.
[ooc: mostly establishy, but also open.]
It hadn't actively interfered with any of Liam's usual morning routines, anyway. So that was good, he supposed. And now that it was a bit later in the day and he could be reasonably certain the person on the other end would actually be awake, he dialed a certain number on his Global. There were a couple of things he needed to take care of.
It rang once, twice, and then...
"Heyyyyyy, hot stuff!" the redhead on the other end chirped at him as the video feed connected.
"Street," Liam grinned. "It's been a while."
"Yeah, well," she shrugged. "Who's fault is that?" she asked pointedly. Because it was absolutely Liam's fault, yes.
"Point taken," Liam acknowledged. "Listen, I need-"
"A favor," Street chorused with him in unison. But she didn't look put out or anything, just amused. "You know, only giving me a ring when you need something is a guaranteed way to give a girl a complex. But what do you need?"
She listened attentively as Liam outlined just what it was he needed her to do, nodding occasionally.
"Shouldn't be too hard," Street said finally. "I'll let you know when everything's good to go. And- just 'cause this isn't your home anymore, doesn't mean there's not people who love you here, you know?" ... Though by 'people', she mostly meant 'her', since everyone else Liam cared about was either dead or off exploring space. "Maybe try calling more often?"
"Yeah," Liam said, smile turning soft around the edges. "I'll do that, Street. Thanks again."
With a wink and a little wave, Street shut off the connection on her end. Liam slid the Global closed and pocketed again. Now all he had to do was let Verity know things were in motion.
[ooc: mostly establishy, but also open.]
Text.
I would like to report some trespassers.
He sent a picture of the compies in the tea shop and also the remains of the giant centipede.
Re: Text.
He could always send out some Troopers. Or swing by the place himself.
Re: Text.
Hernando was not having the best day ever.
Re: Text.
Given some of the structural changes that had apparently happened overnight in addition to the new flora and fauna, it made sense that the stores might stock products that could potentially be useful in this weird prehistoric-jungle-ish version of the island.