I wanna take you for granted, yeah, yeah well I will - Phone

[ceasetoexist]

[Phone]
[There's a small, throat-clearing sound on the other end of the phone before Pokey finally begins to speak.]

I found something in the ghost town that opened up during the fight with that stupid robot. You jerks have fifteen seconds to get a pen and paper, because when I start reading? I'm not stopping.

Alright. Hope you're ready, cause here we go.

[And Pokey will proceed to recite what's written on this note. He goes at a moderate pace, not super fast but not particularly slow or meticulous either. He doesn't stop, aside from one time. He pauses a bit before the last paragraph, and that one he reads noticeably slower then the others. And then a short pause after he finishes.]

I hope you losers caught all that, or at least one of you did, cause I don't want you bugging me to repeat.

[Filtered to Legion of Doom Members]

Alright listen up. The Riddler's droned, probably not for good, but we should probably elect someone to act as an impromptu leader with him gone if he hasn't done so already.

That being said, I'd actually like to do something now that we're settled down after all the bullcrap of the last few weeks. We were supposed to have a meeting last week but, uh, oops, understandably that didn't happen. So I suggest we have one this week, or try to. If no one else can host it, we can use my place because there's only drones here aside from myself, so if you have family members you don't want finding out about this, you don't have to.

I also want to suggest that everyone brings some kind of list of what they saw, what happened, and who they met during this mess. It's going to be best to try and understand this crap from all angles and, because of the mess it was, if any of us have info on the other people in this town we're stuck with, it'd be a good idea to get it out now so we can compile it in case we have to go against these jerkoffs sometime.

[Filtered to Mindy]

Hey squirt. I just...wanna make sure you're alright, after all that went down last week. That's all. Just making sure you didn't go and somehow get hurt.

[A pause. And then, he asks, slowly.]

...You wanna do something today? Like play a game?

[And after these phone calls, Pokey prepares to put the phone up. And stops. And for a long moment, he hesitates between putting it up and dialing one last number.

In the end? He chooses to dial that number.]

[Filtered to Lucas]

[When Pokey starts speaking, his voice is low. Trying to force calm. Struggling to say what he's trying to say.]

Stup-

Pig's bu-

Lucas.

[It was a struggle just to get your actual name out. THink that was hard? It's even more strained when he says the next part. Strained, and somewhat angry, but oddly enough? There's an odd sincerity in his tone. He means it.]

What you said about other people. About needing them. About some of them actually being good.

You were right.

I was wrong.

[And he just stops. He'll stay on the phone for a moment or two, waiting for a reply. And if none comes, he puts the receiver down.]

Comments

[inheritedtales.livejournal.com]

[Since this is Hermione Granger we're talking about she had no trouble copying all that done. So when she's done she'll have this to say:]

Thank you for the information.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah.

No point keeping it to myself. Not like it frickin' means anything on its own to me all that much. Might as well get it out there.

[yournewoverlord.livejournal.com]

I can't believe I didn't get the finishing blow on that damn robot!

[This is so on-topic, bro.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I saw that hunk of crap wasn't stomping around anymore, so I assumed someone either destroyed it or it just went back to wherever it came from.

How much did you smash it up though?

[If he's bothered by how off topic it is, he sure isn't showing it Laharl.]

[friendly-ghosts.livejournal.com]

I don't understand....

Who are all those people in the letter? Did they use to live in Mayfield?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Well, this is something he'd rather not discuss with someone so little, but you know what? He might as well try.]

...Yeah. They used to live here, then they escaped, and then they probably got brought back again.

Do you know who the Police Chief is? The mean guy?

[phone]

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

"Thank you. What was the ghost town like, actually? I was busy having all my bones broken."

[phone]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sure.

...Pfft, know that feeling!

It was...well, a friggin' ghost town. It kinda looked like it was out of a Western. Dumb was old and entirely deserted and...kinda creepy in a way, I guess. But not the worst thing I'd ever seen.

[phone]

[has-a-name.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[phone]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Wow. Well this is awkward, Nanashi.]

Yeah. Sure.

[Filtered]

Don't mention what happened at the dairy to anyone. Period.

[Filtered to Legion of Doom Members]

[greatestmanll40.livejournal.com]

Ah, you must be the boy Nigma was talking about.

[Filtered to Legion of Doom Members]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I am.

You're the bald guy. Luthor, right?

[noneed-2worry.livejournal.com]

Aaaaaaahhh, hang on, hang on!

[Dawn fumbles for a pencil and paper as Pokey's reading the note, and tries to scribble as much of it down as possible. And once he's done...]

Actually, I found one of those too.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah?

What'd yours say?

[evers-hacker.livejournal.com]

[Annnnnd just writing all that down.]

Ah, thanks for the information.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sure. No problem.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[After scribbling down the message and rereading it, he'll get right down to "analyzing" the data.]

Mayfield ended before. [And horribly, according to their source.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey taps his fingers on the counter he's sitting next to, hmmmming a little bit at that.]

I don't think they mean end as in "came to an end", but as in the end result of the project. So they tried to flee, got to Westport, only to have Olney betray them back to Mayfield.

[roadroller]

[Rin jots it down. This detective crap was boring to her at first, but... well, after the freaking giant robot fight, she was willing to change her mind. After re-reading it though, she blinks and exclaims loudly]

Huh?! ♪

[oh. Right, the other person on the phone just heard that. Better explain herself.]

Uh - say, this third paragraph... it says "without him and Mr. Olney, we'd all be drones." Does that mean those two know how to save people from getting droned?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

....Possibly.

I had read it as meaning that they knew how to survive out "there", on the highway or whatever roads there might have been, and kept from getting caught by whatever Mayfield was sending to look for them.

But since Grady can turn people into drones, he can probably reverse it too.

[DOOM]

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

Have you heard from any of the others yet?

Re: [DOOM]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Only the bald guy so far.

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

Thanks Pokey...

How are you holding up?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah.

Eh. I'm fine.

[filtered]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[He is stunned beyond all measure.

There is a brief moment of unreality. He is waiting for the 'HAHA DORK YOU BELIEVED THAT' or the sensation of surfacing from the depths of a dream. When neither follow, Lucas himself has to take a long few moments to find his voice. His hand is tightly pressed over the receiver as he calms his breathing, and when he speaks, it is in a very carefully guarded tone.]

Yes. It's true. You . . . You can believe that, now?

[filtered]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[It never comes. Instead, what comes is a]

Yes.

[Just utterly hissed out. It's a mix of anger, and fear, and something else that's hard to tell. But it's irritating trying to say this. To talk about it so soon.]

...It makes sense. Every time I've tried to do something on my own here, it's ended like crap. But...when I've been with others, or I've worked with them it's...worked out, and I felt like I accomplished something and they-

Never mind.

The point is I can't disbelieve it. It's a fact, here at least. I need other people.