HA131A | Voice | Day 23

[clowngirl]

[Really? A walkie-talkie? Luckily for all involved, Harley knows exactly how these work thanks to years of overhearing police radios and watching a little movie called Smokey and the Bandit.]

Breaker! Breaker! Eggs and baker!

This is Burt Reynold's Moustache comin' in with a Whiskey Tango Foxtrot and requestin' a 10-20 on myself. We got some sorta 10-15, 5150 situation goin' on with a negatory on 420-69. Is this a good kidnappin' or a bad kidnappin'? I repeat, good kidnap-slash-bad kidnap-question mark.

Smooches. Seacrest out! Over!

Comments

[clowngirl]

Well, I hope they're still listenin' and takin' notes for the big reveal.

You wouldn't happen to keep a shorter list of people you ticked off than I do, wouldja? Help us zero in on the whodunnit?

[desperate_times_right]

Most of the people who've tried to fuck with me are dead, so I don't think this is my guy.

[She’s pissed people off after getting here but that's different]

Considering all the stuff that just fell on us maybe this really is all a misunderstanding.

[salamanca]

[ Dryly: ]

You shouldn't kill people. It's illegal.

[desperate_times_right]

I didn't say I killed them, I said they're dead!

[Harry LITERALLY blew up on his own]

[salamanca]

[ The radio briefly cuts out while Lalo laughs to himself. ]

Of course, of course! My mistake. How cruel of me to accuse you!

[ ;) ]

[desperate_times_right]

How cruel indeed! But so like a policeman.

[salamanca]

[ Dramatic sigh! ]

It's sad but true!!! We do that. Make false accusations.

[ He may or may not be looking smugly at Rust right now. ]

[desperate_times_right]

Yeah, it happens all the time. What's the world coming to, huh?

[salamanca]

Who can say! It's a tragedy.

PRIVATE TO CHLOE:

[ pretend this is sent to Chloe's private inbox b/c I'm lazy: ]

How're you holding up? Better, now that the storm's over?

Private | text

[desperate_times_right]

Yeah, I think we’re almost at the nerd base. Might be able to walk a bit on my own tomorrow.

Kinda losing my shit though. The cat talked to me.

Private | 1/2

[salamanca]

The cat talked to you?

2/2

[salamanca]

I don't think you're losing it. We've got a Viking and a shapeshifter. Or people who say they are, anyway.

Talking cat doesn't seem so farfetched.

Private

[desperate_times_right]

Yeah, K says he's a robot too but he doesn't DO anything. This cat talked to me and he's like, super strong for some reason?

Private

[salamanca]

Talked to you? What the fuck did he say?

You know, he batted my nose back when The Detective and I came to help you guys. It felt pretty hard. Like if someone hit you with two knuckles. I thought then he wasn't a normal cat. That, or I was real drunk. Guess now we know the answer, eh?

[ In truth, Lalo was drunk, but not that drunk. But he had said nothing, because... frankly, who gives a shit? With the weird animals and shapeshifters and androids here, a slightly-stronger-than-normal cat hadn't seemed that odd by comparison. A talking cat, though, now that's really something! How exciting. ]

Re: Private

[desperate_times_right]

Remember how when you guys were there he kept sniffing stuff and screaming for no reason? He says his senses of smell and sight aren't working right.

Also a bunch of shit about the stars and hanging out with gods, and he asked me how my flashlight works.

He said he won't wear a shirt :(

Private

[salamanca]

Yeah. I thought he was just being a cat. [ Cats, in Lalo's admittedly limited experience with them, frequently scream for no reason. ] Not working right? What, like he's blind now? Didn't seem blind when he was hitting me in the face.

Hanging out with gods? I suppose. If he's a talking cat, who am I to question that at this point? Dios mio! This shit is crazy. So did you show him? About the flashlight?

Good for him. Tell him Ben says atta boy. ;D

[clowngirl]

Good for you!

What kind of misunderstandin' d'ya think? Like they took us on accident?

[desperate_times_right]

Maybe they didn't take people on accident, but they might not have meant it to be us.

I feel like if all this was more precise they'd have put the poor elephant on the ground.

not here

[salamanca]

[ Rest in pieces, elephant. You're dinner now. ]

[clowngirl]

[She's definitely following up on the getting the wrong people thing in a sec but first:] ...Where'd they put the elephant?

[desperate_times_right]

About six storeys above a couple poor saps camping in the rain.

There's a crater.

[clowngirl]

Now that's a helluva punchline. Rest In Pachyderm, saps.

[desperate_times_right]

They didn't even get hurt! Well. A piece of their tent fell on the poet. Otherwise unscathed.

Can't say the same for the elephant. Poor girl.

[clowngirl]

Oh. Well now it's a li'l sad.

[As opposed to before, when the casualties were just some people.]

[desperate_times_right]

At least it was quick? Probably? Sounded quick.