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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.]
[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.]
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Date: 2011-03-29 04:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-29 04:08 am (UTC)Sounds like it was more interesting here, honestly.
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Date: 2011-03-29 04:17 am (UTC)[she shrugs.]
"The big robot that the milkman had was pretty large, 100 stories or something ridiculous. Bigger than most skyscrapers. It was more than a little unbelievable. You can still see all the chunks over town, but I haven't really poked at them yet, I've been looking for people who are hurt and trying to get them to the hospital or the church."
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Date: 2011-03-29 04:20 am (UTC)[He won't expand on that any further. He's been thinking about it constantly since he heard yesterday.]
I saw the thing before I left. So...is the Milkman dead, or....?
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Date: 2011-03-29 04:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-29 04:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-29 04:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-29 04:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-29 04:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-29 05:02 am (UTC)When they converted the souls into energy....do you think it just strained them out more, and they..."passed on", or whatever, after being used? Of do you think they were destroyed entirely when they were used?
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Date: 2011-03-29 05:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-29 05:05 am (UTC)[Filtered]
What does that mean? Don't they get....anything, after that? Like, go someplace? I mean....they can't just cease to exist.
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Date: 2011-03-29 05:13 am (UTC)[Filtered]
Date: 2011-03-29 05:14 am (UTC)