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F O U R Y E A R S A G O , I T W A S M E A N D K A L L Y ‘ S F I R S T A N N I V E R S A R Y . W E G O T T O G E T H E R O N T H A N K S G I V I N G H I L A R I O U S L Y , S H E I N V I T E D M E T O H E R P L A C E F O R T H A N K S G I V I N G . S H E H A D B R A C E S T H E N , I T W A S C U T E .
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U.R. turned back to Dr. Lokyer, and smirked. “Let’s be fair here, Loky- wait a second. THAT’S why the name sounded familiar!” U.R. turns and looks at Lesley and back to Dr. Lokyer “Are you two by any chance related, Lokyers?”
The doctor looked at the girl behind him again. “You’re a Lokyer? I didn’t know there was that many around here.” He turned back to U.R. “Where did you find this one?”
“She picked up Kally’s phone, you know, the one with the direct line? She picked it up and we met up at a bar to return it.”
U.R. turned back to Dr. Lokyer, and smirked. “Let’s be fair here, Loky- wait a second. THAT’S why the name sounded familiar!” U.R. turns and looks at Lesley and back to Dr. Lokyer “Are you two by any chance related, Lokyers?”
Beakman, you need to stop taking people’s things!
Now someone is going to be upset. I’d ask who you took this from but you won’t answer. It’s an old phone, a flip phone. Maybe I can figure out who’s it is…?
//she opens the phone and looks through the recent calls, dialing the most recent
//U.R. cleans the blood off of the table, slightly annoyed that they had run out of bleach. Suddenly, one of her phones begun to ring. Recognizing the ringtone, she pulled out her own old flip-phone, embroidered with her ex-partner’s pseudonym.
“Heeellllooo, Kally dear.”
“I’m sorry, my name’s Lesley Lokyer. I think Kally dropped her phone and my…pet…picked it up. Do you think I might be able to meet with you and give you the phone to return to her?”
//Immediately regretting every life decision that lead up to this point, U.R. embarrassedly responded
“Uh- yeah..! Sorry about the confusion.. Do you think you could meet me at that slightly shady bar in Newport Town, the one that’s a little rundown? It’s called ‘The Drunken Treasure’, if you don’t know it. I’ll be sure to return my uh… *girlfriend’s* phone to her.”
“Sure, I could do that. How will I know who’s you?”
//She grabbed a pen and paper, ready to write down a description if given.
//Quickly surveying her wig stash and deciding that it would take too long to brush one out properly, she responded.
“I’ll be the person in the black and white shirt covered in open eyes, alright? I’ll probably be wearing black jeans.”
//She quickly wrote it down, just to make sure she doesn’t forget.
“Alright, are you going there immediately or at a certain time?”
“I’ll probably head over there soon, but take as long as you need. Thank you for coming all the way out there.”
“It’s not a problem! I just want to make sure this phone gets back to its owner.”
//She smiles, her good deed quota has been met
“Alright, I’ll see you there. Goodbye!” U.R. chippered ‘happily’ before hanging up. She went and changed into the previously stated outfit- her more casual calling card for those who know her- and called up the new taxi driver, Marcus- the old guy was at a doctor’s appointment for the day to check up on how his legs were healing from a couple months ago.
Hopping into the blood stained passenger’s seat, she watched as Marcus sweat slightly as he took her to the bar. This was, after all, his first time driving the leader of the underground rebellion without anyone to protect him if anything went south.
Entering the bar was a piece of cake; greeting the bartender like an old friend- they were- and sitting down to nurse a water and a bag of pretzels in wait for the good person who wanted to return a shitty old flip-phone.
Lesley pocketed the phone, the picked up Beakman to the best of her ability and stuck him back in his tank in the lab. She went to her room to change out of her lab coat.
Of course getting out of the underwater base is an endever, but one gets used to the process.
She’s not made a habit of frequenting shady bars, so she was very uncomfortable upon entering. Reaching in her purse to get the piece of paper with the description on, she looked around for the person matching. She smiled upon seeing her and sat next to her, getting the phone out. “Hello! I’m Lesley.”
Upon seeing Lesley, U.R. smiled out of common courtesy. “Nice to meet you in person Lesley, my friends call me Crystal. Pretzel?” she offered, holding out one of the mini pretzels from the bag.
“Sure, thank you.” She took one out of the bag and popped it in her mouth. She handed the phone over to Crystal. “I hope you can get it to Kally soon, I would hate to be without my phone for long.”
“Oh, yeah, of course! I’m seeing her tomorrow actually, so I should be able to hand it off to her then. Thank you again, so much. I’m gonna call my friend again really quick, I’m not sure if he drove off or not.”
“You’re welcome. I’m going to go ahead and leave, this isn’t really a place I’d like to stay long…” She smiles a bit nervously.
When U.R. called the number on her normal phone, Marcus picked up immediately. “Marcus. Bar.”
“I- I’m still in the front, miss!”
“Perfect: see you out there.”
As U.R. made her leave, the bartender- now in casual clothes- followed her.
“Yo, can I ride with you back to base? My shift is over.” they whispered. U.R. shrugged, and made her way out with them.
Marcus, upon seeing the bartender joining U.R., immediately threw open the back door for all the world to see- the blood stained seats made their appearance once again, a severed hand dropping out from behind the door to the ground. Right as Lesley came out the bar doors. Considering that they were in front of said doors, this was an awkward predicament.
Lesley held a hand up to her mouth to stop herself from screaming. Not from the sight of the hand or blood, she’s seen worse, but the mere shock of blood covered seats a severed hand falling out of a seemingly normal car. Her eyes were wide as they looked back and forth between the hand, bloody seats, and Crystal. She moved her hand down from her face, her mouth open like she was trying to say something but couldn’t get the words out.
U.R. looked between the shell shocked Marcus and Lesley, and slightly panicking would be an understatement. When Lesley lowered her hand, U.R. snapped out of it; lunging back towards Marcus and grabbing the gun from his holster. She cocked it and pointed it at Lesley. She gave a look to the bartender that said ‘get in the front seat, I’ll do the talking’. She turned back to Lesley and said; “Get in the car.”
Lesley wasn’t taking her chances. She nodded quickly and climbed in the back of the car. She stayed silent, terrified that she may get shot if she said a word.
After Lesley and the bartender got into the car, and Marcus finally fucking got out of his shocked stupor, U.R. picked up the hand and tossed it back into the car. She sat down next to Lesley, the gun still aimed at her.
“So, uh, Hi. My name’s not actually Crystal, I’m a criminal mastermind, and that’s my ex’s phone. You might know her as Jelly Bean, ambassador to the Bean Army. Uh. I kill people. If you’re not okay with keeping that secret, you’re probably gonna die unless you can convince me to keep you alive in the 30 minutes it takes to drop him-” she points to the bartender in the passenger’s seat- “off at his apartment, and to get back to our base of operations. My name’s U.R., and I’m a murderer for hire.”
She finally opened and managed to get words out of her mouth. “I promise I can keep a secret! I won’t tell anyone! That hand isn’t the worst thing I’ve seen, I’m a scientist, I make proesthetics based off of the severed limbs and study them! Please don’t kill me!” It all came out as a string of words more than defined sentences.
U.R. just looked at Lesley in shock. How can one person talk so fast. “O-kay– so uhm. Well, you’re still coming back to the base until we can figure out what to do with you, so uhm. Get comfy.”
“O-okay…” She didn’t like it, but it’s better than a bullet being put through her. At least she was still alive for now. She was quiet once again.
The rest of the car ride was quiet; Marcus dropped off U.R.’s friend, and then pulled into a weird driveway. The house looked just like any other house from the outside, a bit large, but a house nonetheless. The two emerged and went up to the door, Lesley in front with the gun against her back. U.R. knocked on the door with a pattern of three knocks in the shape of a triangle. The door opened, and when Lesley and U.R. entered, the mechanism behind the door was visible. They entered, and that’s when Lesley saw how much not-house this house was.
The layout of the living room had a pull-out couch (in use, notably), sure, but there was multiple computers and desks scattered around the room, and people sitting at them. Most of them seem to be monitoring places around Newport Town.
However, Lesley was taken into another room and couldn’t see much more than that. When Lesley was taken into another room, she could see three monitors at a desk with a large chair, two of which were functioning and one which was only broadcasting static. One was obviously an area of the Black Army base; there was a window in view, and it was underwater. The other, to Lesley, wasn’t as recognizable. The third one, the one with static, had the red army logo taped to it’s monitor. There was an empty chair in the corner of the room.
“Alright, go ahead and sit down in the corner chair; desk chair is mine, there’s guards stationed outside so don’t get up to any funny business. I’m gonna have a meeting with my one of my lead scientists in a bit, so make sure you don’t try to interrupt anything.” U.R. said, before turning and sitting in the big chair in front of the monitors, picking up a pen and writing something down in a notebook on the desk.
As Lesley was pushed foward into the “house” she took in her surroundings, trying to note everything she could, not that she would remember much of it. The gun against her back reminded her not to test her luck and keep quiet.
Coming into what she assumed was U.R.’s office, she glanced at the monitors. Why was the Black Army base on there? And the Red Army logo? Was this woman watching them?
Lesley nodded and sat in the chair in the corner, not giving a struggle. She really didn’t want to do something wrong and end up getting shot. She wondered quietly to herself what use was a scientist to her, and depending on how useful they were, was she getting out of here?
A few minutes pass, and there’s a knock on the door. U.R. turns around and says “Come on in, Dr. Lokyer.”
Without hestitation the door opens. A rather tall man enters, his hands in surgical gloves and held neatly behind his back. That was the only thing neat about him. There were goggles staying lopsided on his forehead, and a surgical mask hanging from his right ear. His hair was wavy and a bit out of control.
And the blood, there was a lot of it. The goggles had small splashes of it, obviously they had served their purpose. The mask was tinted red, the gloves even redder. The labcoat he was wearing had stains upon stains of the liquid.
He had a smile, what reason was there to not smile?
“You wanted to see me, miss?”
‘Lokyer?’ Lesley thought to herself before the door swung open. The first thing she noticed about the man was the blood, the smell of it was a little overwhelming at first. As she got a closer look at him, she recognized him. She had seen a news report of a “scientist” and murder who had escaped from an asylum nearby.
Oh god.
She tried to get farther into her seat as quietly as possible, hoping not to be noticed.
Turning in her chair, U.R. turned to the man and stood up. “Yes, Dr. Locyer, it’s come to my attention that we’ve become a bit too big in the eyes of the police; is the memory manipulation helmet making good progress? What stage is it at at this point in time?” She pointedly looks at Lesley, continuing. “We do, after all, have some people who have seen a bit too much sometimes.”
Beakman, you need to stop taking people’s things!
Now someone is going to be upset. I’d ask who you took this from but you won’t answer. It’s an old phone, a flip phone. Maybe I can figure out who’s it is…?
//she opens the phone and looks through the recent calls, dialing the most recent
//U.R. cleans the blood off of the table, slightly annoyed that they had run out of bleach. Suddenly, one of her phones begun to ring. Recognizing the ringtone, she pulled out her own old flip-phone, embroidered with her ex-partner’s pseudonym.
“Heeellllooo, Kally dear.”
“I’m sorry, my name’s Lesley Lokyer. I think Kally dropped her phone and my…pet…picked it up. Do you think I might be able to meet with you and give you the phone to return to her?”
//Immediately regretting every life decision that lead up to this point, U.R. embarrassedly responded
“Uh- yeah..! Sorry about the confusion.. Do you think you could meet me at that slightly shady bar in Newport Town, the one that’s a little rundown? It’s called ‘The Drunken Treasure’, if you don’t know it. I’ll be sure to return my uh… *girlfriend’s* phone to her.”
“Sure, I could do that. How will I know who’s you?”
//She grabbed a pen and paper, ready to write down a description if given.
//Quickly surveying her wig stash and deciding that it would take too long to brush one out properly, she responded.
“I’ll be the person in the black and white shirt covered in open eyes, alright? I’ll probably be wearing black jeans.”
//She quickly wrote it down, just to make sure she doesn’t forget.
“Alright, are you going there immediately or at a certain time?”
“I’ll probably head over there soon, but take as long as you need. Thank you for coming all the way out there.”
“It’s not a problem! I just want to make sure this phone gets back to its owner.”
//She smiles, her good deed quota has been met
“Alright, I’ll see you there. Goodbye!” U.R. chippered ‘happily’ before hanging up. She went and changed into the previously stated outfit- her more casual calling card for those who know her- and called up the new taxi driver, Marcus- the old guy was at a doctor’s appointment for the day to check up on how his legs were healing from a couple months ago.
Hopping into the blood stained passenger’s seat, she watched as Marcus sweat slightly as he took her to the bar. This was, after all, his first time driving the leader of the underground rebellion without anyone to protect him if anything went south.
Entering the bar was a piece of cake; greeting the bartender like an old friend- they were- and sitting down to nurse a water and a bag of pretzels in wait for the good person who wanted to return a shitty old flip-phone.
Lesley pocketed the phone, the picked up Beakman to the best of her ability and stuck him back in his tank in the lab. She went to her room to change out of her lab coat.
Of course getting out of the underwater base is an endever, but one gets used to the process.
She’s not made a habit of frequenting shady bars, so she was very uncomfortable upon entering. Reaching in her purse to get the piece of paper with the description on, she looked around for the person matching. She smiled upon seeing her and sat next to her, getting the phone out. “Hello! I’m Lesley.”
Upon seeing Lesley, U.R. smiled out of common courtesy. “Nice to meet you in person Lesley, my friends call me Crystal. Pretzel?” she offered, holding out one of the mini pretzels from the bag.
“Sure, thank you.” She took one out of the bag and popped it in her mouth. She handed the phone over to Crystal. “I hope you can get it to Kally soon, I would hate to be without my phone for long.”
“Oh, yeah, of course! I’m seeing her tomorrow actually, so I should be able to hand it off to her then. Thank you again, so much. I’m gonna call my friend again really quick, I’m not sure if he drove off or not.”
“You’re welcome. I’m going to go ahead and leave, this isn’t really a place I’d like to stay long…” She smiles a bit nervously.
When U.R. called the number on her normal phone, Marcus picked up immediately. “Marcus. Bar.”
“I- I’m still in the front, miss!”
“Perfect: see you out there.”
As U.R. made her leave, the bartender- now in casual clothes- followed her.
“Yo, can I ride with you back to base? My shift is over.” they whispered. U.R. shrugged, and made her way out with them.
Marcus, upon seeing the bartender joining U.R., immediately threw open the back door for all the world to see- the blood stained seats made their appearance once again, a severed hand dropping out from behind the door to the ground. Right as Lesley came out the bar doors. Considering that they were in front of said doors, this was an awkward predicament.
Lesley held a hand up to her mouth to stop herself from screaming. Not from the sight of the hand or blood, she’s seen worse, but the mere shock of blood covered seats a severed hand falling out of a seemingly normal car. Her eyes were wide as they looked back and forth between the hand, bloody seats, and Crystal. She moved her hand down from her face, her mouth open like she was trying to say something but couldn’t get the words out.
U.R. looked between the shell shocked Marcus and Lesley, and slightly panicking would be an understatement. When Lesley lowered her hand, U.R. snapped out of it; lunging back towards Marcus and grabbing the gun from his holster. She cocked it and pointed it at Lesley. She gave a look to the bartender that said ‘get in the front seat, I’ll do the talking’. She turned back to Lesley and said; “Get in the car.”
Lesley wasn’t taking her chances. She nodded quickly and climbed in the back of the car. She stayed silent, terrified that she may get shot if she said a word.
After Lesley and the bartender got into the car, and Marcus finally fucking got out of his shocked stupor, U.R. picked up the hand and tossed it back into the car. She sat down next to Lesley, the gun still aimed at her.
“So, uh, Hi. My name’s not actually Crystal, I’m a criminal mastermind, and that’s my ex’s phone. You might know her as Jelly Bean, ambassador to the Bean Army. Uh. I kill people. If you’re not okay with keeping that secret, you’re probably gonna die unless you can convince me to keep you alive in the 30 minutes it takes to drop him-” she points to the bartender in the passenger’s seat- “off at his apartment, and to get back to our base of operations. My name’s U.R., and I’m a murderer for hire.”
She finally opened and managed to get words out of her mouth. “I promise I can keep a secret! I won’t tell anyone! That hand isn’t the worst thing I’ve seen, I’m a scientist, I make proesthetics based off of the severed limbs and study them! Please don’t kill me!” It all came out as a string of words more than defined sentences.
U.R. just looked at Lesley in shock. How can one person talk so fast. “O-kay– so uhm. Well, you’re still coming back to the base until we can figure out what to do with you, so uhm. Get comfy.”
“O-okay…” She didn’t like it, but it’s better than a bullet being put through her. At least she was still alive for now. She was quiet once again.
The rest of the car ride was quiet; Marcus dropped off U.R.’s friend, and then pulled into a weird driveway. The house looked just like any other house from the outside, a bit large, but a house nonetheless. The two emerged and went up to the door, Lesley in front with the gun against her back. U.R. knocked on the door with a pattern of three knocks in the shape of a triangle. The door opened, and when Lesley and U.R. entered, the mechanism behind the door was visible. They entered, and that’s when Lesley saw how much not-house this house was.
The layout of the living room had a pull-out couch (in use, notably), sure, but there was multiple computers and desks scattered around the room, and people sitting at them. Most of them seem to be monitoring places around Newport Town.
However, Lesley was taken into another room and couldn’t see much more than that. When Lesley was taken into another room, she could see three monitors at a desk with a large chair, two of which were functioning and one which was only broadcasting static. One was obviously an area of the Black Army base; there was a window in view, and it was underwater. The other, to Lesley, wasn’t as recognizable. The third one, the one with static, had the red army logo taped to it’s monitor. There was an empty chair in the corner of the room.
“Alright, go ahead and sit down in the corner chair; desk chair is mine, there’s guards stationed outside so don’t get up to any funny business. I’m gonna have a meeting with my one of my lead scientists in a bit, so make sure you don’t try to interrupt anything.” U.R. said, before turning and sitting in the big chair in front of the monitors, picking up a pen and writing something down in a notebook on the desk.
As Lesley was pushed foward into the “house” she took in her surroundings, trying to note everything she could, not that she would remember much of it. The gun against her back reminded her not to test her luck and keep quiet.
Coming into what she assumed was U.R.’s office, she glanced at the monitors. Why was the Black Army base on there? And the Red Army logo? Was this woman watching them?
Lesley nodded and sat in the chair in the corner, not giving a struggle. She really didn’t want to do something wrong and end up getting shot. She wondered quietly to herself what use was a scientist to her, and depending on how useful they were, was she getting out of here?
A few minutes pass, and there’s a knock on the door. U.R. turns around and says “Come on in, Dr. Lokyer.”
Beakman, you need to stop taking people’s things!
Now someone is going to be upset. I’d ask who you took this from but you won’t answer. It’s an old phone, a flip phone. Maybe I can figure out who’s it is…?
//she opens the phone and looks through the recent calls, dialing the most recent
//U.R. cleans the blood off of the table, slightly annoyed that they had run out of bleach. Suddenly, one of her phones begun to ring. Recognizing the ringtone, she pulled out her own old flip-phone, embroidered with her ex-partner’s pseudonym.
“Heeellllooo, Kally dear.”
“I’m sorry, my name’s Lesley Lokyer. I think Kally dropped her phone and my…pet…picked it up. Do you think I might be able to meet with you and give you the phone to return to her?”
//Immediately regretting every life decision that lead up to this point, U.R. embarrassedly responded
“Uh- yeah..! Sorry about the confusion.. Do you think you could meet me at that slightly shady bar in Newport Town, the one that’s a little rundown? It’s called ‘The Drunken Treasure’, if you don’t know it. I’ll be sure to return my uh… *girlfriend’s* phone to her.”
“Sure, I could do that. How will I know who’s you?”
//She grabbed a pen and paper, ready to write down a description if given.
//Quickly surveying her wig stash and deciding that it would take too long to brush one out properly, she responded.
“I’ll be the person in the black and white shirt covered in open eyes, alright? I’ll probably be wearing black jeans.”
//She quickly wrote it down, just to make sure she doesn’t forget.
“Alright, are you going there immediately or at a certain time?”
“I’ll probably head over there soon, but take as long as you need. Thank you for coming all the way out there.”
“It’s not a problem! I just want to make sure this phone gets back to its owner.”
//She smiles, her good deed quota has been met
“Alright, I’ll see you there. Goodbye!” U.R. chippered ‘happily’ before hanging up. She went and changed into the previously stated outfit- her more casual calling card for those who know her- and called up the new taxi driver, Marcus- the old guy was at a doctor’s appointment for the day to check up on how his legs were healing from a couple months ago.
Hopping into the blood stained passenger’s seat, she watched as Marcus sweat slightly as he took her to the bar. This was, after all, his first time driving the leader of the underground rebellion without anyone to protect him if anything went south.
Entering the bar was a piece of cake; greeting the bartender like an old friend- they were- and sitting down to nurse a water and a bag of pretzels in wait for the good person who wanted to return a shitty old flip-phone.
Lesley pocketed the phone, the picked up Beakman to the best of her ability and stuck him back in his tank in the lab. She went to her room to change out of her lab coat.
Of course getting out of the underwater base is an endever, but one gets used to the process.
She’s not made a habit of frequenting shady bars, so she was very uncomfortable upon entering. Reaching in her purse to get the piece of paper with the description on, she looked around for the person matching. She smiled upon seeing her and sat next to her, getting the phone out. “Hello! I’m Lesley.”
Upon seeing Lesley, U.R. smiled out of common courtesy. “Nice to meet you in person Lesley, my friends call me Crystal. Pretzel?” she offered, holding out one of the mini pretzels from the bag.
“Sure, thank you.” She took one out of the bag and popped it in her mouth. She handed the phone over to Crystal. “I hope you can get it to Kally soon, I would hate to be without my phone for long.”
“Oh, yeah, of course! I’m seeing her tomorrow actually, so I should be able to hand it off to her then. Thank you again, so much. I’m gonna call my friend again really quick, I’m not sure if he drove off or not.”
“You’re welcome. I’m going to go ahead and leave, this isn’t really a place I’d like to stay long…” She smiles a bit nervously.
When U.R. called the number on her normal phone, Marcus picked up immediately. “Marcus. Bar.”
“I- I’m still in the front, miss!”
“Perfect: see you out there.”
As U.R. made her leave, the bartender- now in casual clothes- followed her.
“Yo, can I ride with you back to base? My shift is over.” they whispered. U.R. shrugged, and made her way out with them.
Marcus, upon seeing the bartender joining U.R., immediately threw open the back door for all the world to see- the blood stained seats made their appearance once again, a severed hand dropping out from behind the door to the ground. Right as Lesley came out the bar doors. Considering that they were in front of said doors, this was an awkward predicament.
Lesley held a hand up to her mouth to stop herself from screaming. Not from the sight of the hand or blood, she’s seen worse, but the mere shock of blood covered seats a severed hand falling out of a seemingly normal car. Her eyes were wide as they looked back and forth between the hand, bloody seats, and Crystal. She moved her hand down from her face, her mouth open like she was trying to say something but couldn’t get the words out.
U.R. looked between the shell shocked Marcus and Lesley, and slightly panicking would be an understatement. When Lesley lowered her hand, U.R. snapped out of it; lunging back towards Marcus and grabbing the gun from his holster. She cocked it and pointed it at Lesley. She gave a look to the bartender that said ‘get in the front seat, I’ll do the talking’. She turned back to Lesley and said; “Get in the car.”
Lesley wasn’t taking her chances. She nodded quickly and climbed in the back of the car. She stayed silent, terrified that she may get shot if she said a word.
After Lesley and the bartender got into the car, and Marcus finally fucking got out of his shocked stupor, U.R. picked up the hand and tossed it back into the car. She sat down next to Lesley, the gun still aimed at her.
“So, uh, Hi. My name’s not actually Crystal, I’m a criminal mastermind, and that’s my ex’s phone. You might know her as Jelly Bean, ambassador to the Bean Army. Uh. I kill people. If you’re not okay with keeping that secret, you’re probably gonna die unless you can convince me to keep you alive in the 30 minutes it takes to drop him-” she points to the bartender in the passenger’s seat- “off at his apartment, and to get back to our base of operations. My name’s U.R., and I’m a murderer for hire.”
She finally opened and managed to get words out of her mouth. “I promise I can keep a secret! I won’t tell anyone! That hand isn’t the worst thing I’ve seen, I’m a scientist, I make proesthetics based off of the severed limbs and study them! Please don’t kill me!” It all came out as a string of words more than defined sentences.
U.R. just looked at Lesley in shock. How can one person talk so fast. “O-kay-- so uhm. Well, you’re still coming back to the base until we can figure out what to do with you, so uhm. Get comfy.”
Beakman, you need to stop taking people’s things!
Now someone is going to be upset. I’d ask who you took this from but you won’t answer. It’s an old phone, a flip phone. Maybe I can figure out who’s it is…?
//she opens the phone and looks through the recent calls, dialing the most recent
//U.R. cleans the blood off of the table, slightly annoyed that they had run out of bleach. Suddenly, one of her phones begun to ring. Recognizing the ringtone, she pulled out her own old flip-phone, embroidered with her ex-partner’s pseudonym.
“Heeellllooo, Kally dear.”
“I’m sorry, my name’s Lesley Lokyer. I think Kally dropped her phone and my…pet…picked it up. Do you think I might be able to meet with you and give you the phone to return to her?”
//Immediately regretting every life decision that lead up to this point, U.R. embarrassedly responded
“Uh- yeah..! Sorry about the confusion.. Do you think you could meet me at that slightly shady bar in Newport Town, the one that’s a little rundown? It’s called ‘The Drunken Treasure’, if you don’t know it. I’ll be sure to return my uh… *girlfriend’s* phone to her.”
“Sure, I could do that. How will I know who’s you?”
//She grabbed a pen and paper, ready to write down a description if given.
//Quickly surveying her wig stash and deciding that it would take too long to brush one out properly, she responded.
“I’ll be the person in the black and white shirt covered in open eyes, alright? I’ll probably be wearing black jeans.”
//She quickly wrote it down, just to make sure she doesn’t forget.
“Alright, are you going there immediately or at a certain time?”
“I’ll probably head over there soon, but take as long as you need. Thank you for coming all the way out there.”
“It’s not a problem! I just want to make sure this phone gets back to its owner.”
//She smiles, her good deed quota has been met
“Alright, I’ll see you there. Goodbye!” U.R. chippered ‘happily’ before hanging up. She went and changed into the previously stated outfit- her more casual calling card for those who know her- and called up the new taxi driver, Marcus- the old guy was at a doctor’s appointment for the day to check up on how his legs were healing from a couple months ago.
Hopping into the blood stained passenger’s seat, she watched as Marcus sweat slightly as he took her to the bar. This was, after all, his first time driving the leader of the underground rebellion without anyone to protect him if anything went south.
Entering the bar was a piece of cake; greeting the bartender like an old friend- they were- and sitting down to nurse a water and a bag of pretzels in wait for the good person who wanted to return a shitty old flip-phone.
Lesley pocketed the phone, the picked up Beakman to the best of her ability and stuck him back in his tank in the lab. She went to her room to change out of her lab coat.
Of course getting out of the underwater base is an endever, but one gets used to the process.
She’s not made a habit of frequenting shady bars, so she was very uncomfortable upon entering. Reaching in her purse to get the piece of paper with the description on, she looked around for the person matching. She smiled upon seeing her and sat next to her, getting the phone out. “Hello! I’m Lesley.”
Upon seeing Lesley, U.R. smiled out of common courtesy. “Nice to meet you in person Lesley, my friends call me Crystal. Pretzel?” she offered, holding out one of the mini pretzels from the bag.
“Sure, thank you.” She took one out of the bag and popped it in her mouth. She handed the phone over to Crystal. “I hope you can get it to Kally soon, I would hate to be without my phone for long.”
“Oh, yeah, of course! I’m seeing her tomorrow actually, so I should be able to hand it off to her then. Thank you again, so much. I’m gonna call my friend again really quick, I’m not sure if he drove off or not.”
“You’re welcome. I’m going to go ahead and leave, this isn’t really a place I’d like to stay long…” She smiles a bit nervously.
When U.R. called the number on her normal phone, Marcus picked up immediately. “Marcus. Bar.”
“I- I’m still in the front, miss!”
“Perfect: see you out there.”
As U.R. made her leave, the bartender- now in casual clothes- followed her.
“Yo, can I ride with you back to base? My shift is over.” they whispered. U.R. shrugged, and made her way out with them.
Marcus, upon seeing the bartender joining U.R., immediately threw open the back door for all the world to see- the blood stained seats made their appearance once again, a severed hand dropping out from behind the door to the ground. Right as Lesley came out the bar doors. Considering that they were in front of said doors, this was an awkward predicament.
Lesley held a hand up to her mouth to stop herself from screaming. Not from the sight of the hand or blood, she’s seen worse, but the mere shock of blood covered seats a severed hand falling out of a seemingly normal car. Her eyes were wide as they looked back and forth between the hand, bloody seats, and Crystal. She moved her hand down from her face, her mouth open like she was trying to say something but couldn’t get the words out.
U.R. looked between the shell shocked Marcus and Lesley, and slightly panicking would be an understatement. When Lesley lowered her hand, U.R. snapped out of it; lunging back towards Marcus and grabbing the gun from his holster. She cocked it and pointed it at Lesley. She gave a look to the bartender that said ‘get in the front seat, I’ll do the talking’. She turned back to Lesley and said; “Get in the car.”
Lesley wasn’t taking her chances. She nodded quickly and climbed in the back of the car. She stayed silent, terrified that she may get shot if she said a word.
After Lesley and the bartender got into the car, and Marcus finally fucking got out of his shocked stupor, U.R. picked up the hand and tossed it back into the car. She sat down next to Lesley, the gun still aimed at her.
“So, uh, Hi. My name’s not actually Crystal, I’m a criminal mastermind, and that’s my ex’s phone. You might know her as Jelly Bean, ambassador to the Bean Army. Uh. I kill people. If you’re not okay with keeping that secret, you’re probably gonna die unless you can convince me to keep you alive in the 30 minutes it takes to drop him-” she points to the bartender in the passenger’s seat- “off at his apartment, and to get back to our base of operations. My name’s U.R., and I’m a murderer for hire.”
Beakman, you need to stop taking people’s things!
Now someone is going to be upset. I’d ask who you took this from but you won’t answer. It’s an old phone, a flip phone. Maybe I can figure out who’s it is…?
//she opens the phone and looks through the recent calls, dialing the most recent
//U.R. cleans the blood off of the table, slightly annoyed that they had run out of bleach. Suddenly, one of her phones begun to ring. Recognizing the ringtone, she pulled out her own old flip-phone, embroidered with her ex-partner’s pseudonym.
“Heeellllooo, Kally dear.”
“I’m sorry, my name’s Lesley Lokyer. I think Kally dropped her phone and my…pet…picked it up. Do you think I might be able to meet with you and give you the phone to return to her?”
//Immediately regretting every life decision that lead up to this point, U.R. embarrassedly responded
“Uh- yeah..! Sorry about the confusion.. Do you think you could meet me at that slightly shady bar in Newport Town, the one that’s a little rundown? It’s called ‘The Drunken Treasure’, if you don’t know it. I’ll be sure to return my uh… *girlfriend’s* phone to her.”
“Sure, I could do that. How will I know who’s you?”
//She grabbed a pen and paper, ready to write down a description if given.
//Quickly surveying her wig stash and deciding that it would take too long to brush one out properly, she responded.
“I’ll be the person in the black and white shirt covered in open eyes, alright? I’ll probably be wearing black jeans.”
//She quickly wrote it down, just to make sure she doesn’t forget.
“Alright, are you going there immediately or at a certain time?”
“I’ll probably head over there soon, but take as long as you need. Thank you for coming all the way out there.”
“It’s not a problem! I just want to make sure this phone gets back to its owner.”
//She smiles, her good deed quota has been met
“Alright, I’ll see you there. Goodbye!” U.R. chippered ‘happily’ before hanging up. She went and changed into the previously stated outfit- her more casual calling card for those who know her- and called up the new taxi driver, Marcus- the old guy was at a doctor’s appointment for the day to check up on how his legs were healing from a couple months ago.
Hopping into the blood stained passenger’s seat, she watched as Marcus sweat slightly as he took her to the bar. This was, after all, his first time driving the leader of the underground rebellion without anyone to protect him if anything went south.
Entering the bar was a piece of cake; greeting the bartender like an old friend- they were- and sitting down to nurse a water and a bag of pretzels in wait for the good person who wanted to return a shitty old flip-phone.
Lesley pocketed the phone, the picked up Beakman to the best of her ability and stuck him back in his tank in the lab. She went to her room to change out of her lab coat.
Of course getting out of the underwater base is an endever, but one gets used to the process.
She’s not made a habit of frequenting shady bars, so she was very uncomfortable upon entering. Reaching in her purse to get the piece of paper with the description on, she looked around for the person matching. She smiled upon seeing her and sat next to her, getting the phone out. “Hello! I’m Lesley.”
Upon seeing Lesley, U.R. smiled out of common courtesy. “Nice to meet you in person Lesley, my friends call me Crystal. Pretzel?” she offered, holding out one of the mini pretzels from the bag.
“Sure, thank you.” She took one out of the bag and popped it in her mouth. She handed the phone over to Crystal. “I hope you can get it to Kally soon, I would hate to be without my phone for long.”
“Oh, yeah, of course! I’m seeing her tomorrow actually, so I should be able to hand it off to her then. Thank you again, so much. I’m gonna call my friend again really quick, I’m not sure if he drove off or not.”
“You’re welcome. I’m going to go ahead and leave, this isn’t really a place I’d like to stay long…” She smiles a bit nervously.
When U.R. called the number on her normal phone, Marcus picked up immediately. “Marcus. Bar.”
“I- I’m still in the front, miss!”
“Perfect: see you out there.”
As U.R. made her leave, the bartender- now in casual clothes- followed her.
“Yo, can I ride with you back to base? My shift is over.” they whispered. U.R. shrugged, and made her way out with them.
Marcus, upon seeing the bartender joining U.R., immediately threw open the back door for all the world to see- the blood stained seats made their appearance once again, a severed hand dropping out from behind the door to the ground. Right as Lesley came out the bar doors. Considering that they were in front of said doors, this was an awkward predicament.
Lesley held a hand up to her mouth to stop herself from screaming. Not from the sight of the hand or blood, she’s seen worse, but the mere shock of blood covered seats a severed hand falling out of a seemingly normal car. Her eyes were wide as they looked back and forth between the hand, bloody seats, and Crystal. She moved her hand down from her face, her mouth open like she was trying to say something but couldn’t get the words out.
U.R. looked between the shell shocked Marcus and Lesley, and slightly panicking would be an understatement. When Lesley lowered her hand, U.R. snapped out of it; lunging back towards Marcus and grabbing the gun from his holster. She cocked it and pointed it at Lesley. She gave a look to the bartender that said ‘get in the front seat, I’ll do the talking’. She turned back to Lesley and said; “Get in the car.”
Beakman, you need to stop taking people’s things!
Now someone is going to be upset. I’d ask who you took this from but you won’t answer. It’s an old phone, a flip phone. Maybe I can figure out who’s it is…?
//she opens the phone and looks through the recent calls, dialing the most recent
//U.R. cleans the blood off of the table, slightly annoyed that they had run out of bleach. Suddenly, one of her phones begun to ring. Recognizing the ringtone, she pulled out her own old flip-phone, embroidered with her ex-partner’s pseudonym.
“Heeellllooo, Kally dear.”
“I’m sorry, my name’s Lesley Lokyer. I think Kally dropped her phone and my…pet…picked it up. Do you think I might be able to meet with you and give you the phone to return to her?”
//Immediately regretting every life decision that lead up to this point, U.R. embarrassedly responded
“Uh- yeah..! Sorry about the confusion.. Do you think you could meet me at that slightly shady bar in Newport Town, the one that’s a little rundown? It’s called ‘The Drunken Treasure’, if you don’t know it. I’ll be sure to return my uh… *girlfriend’s* phone to her.”
“Sure, I could do that. How will I know who’s you?”
//She grabbed a pen and paper, ready to write down a description if given.
//Quickly surveying her wig stash and deciding that it would take too long to brush one out properly, she responded.
“I’ll be the person in the black and white shirt covered in open eyes, alright? I’ll probably be wearing black jeans.”
//She quickly wrote it down, just to make sure she doesn’t forget.
“Alright, are you going there immediately or at a certain time?”
“I’ll probably head over there soon, but take as long as you need. Thank you for coming all the way out there.”
“It’s not a problem! I just want to make sure this phone gets back to its owner.”
//She smiles, her good deed quota has been met
“Alright, I’ll see you there. Goodbye!” U.R. chippered ‘happily’ before hanging up. She went and changed into the previously stated outfit- her more casual calling card for those who know her- and called up the new taxi driver, Marcus- the old guy was at a doctor’s appointment for the day to check up on how his legs were healing from a couple months ago.
Hopping into the blood stained passenger’s seat, she watched as Marcus sweat slightly as he took her to the bar. This was, after all, his first time driving the leader of the underground rebellion without anyone to protect him if anything went south.
Entering the bar was a piece of cake; greeting the bartender like an old friend- they were- and sitting down to nurse a water and a bag of pretzels in wait for the good person who wanted to return a shitty old flip-phone.
Lesley pocketed the phone, the picked up Beakman to the best of her ability and stuck him back in his tank in the lab. She went to her room to change out of her lab coat.
Of course getting out of the underwater base is an endever, but one gets used to the process.
She’s not made a habit of frequenting shady bars, so she was very uncomfortable upon entering. Reaching in her purse to get the piece of paper with the description on, she looked around for the person matching. She smiled upon seeing her and sat next to her, getting the phone out. “Hello! I’m Lesley.”
Upon seeing Lesley, U.R. smiled out of common courtesy. “Nice to meet you in person Lesley, my friends call me Crystal. Pretzel?” she offered, holding out one of the mini pretzels from the bag.
“Sure, thank you.” She took one out of the bag and popped it in her mouth. She handed the phone over to Crystal. “I hope you can get it to Kally soon, I would hate to be without my phone for long.”
“Oh, yeah, of course! I’m seeing her tomorrow actually, so I should be able to hand it off to her then. Thank you again, so much. I’m gonna call my friend again really quick, I’m not sure if he drove off or not.”
“You’re welcome. I’m going to go ahead and leave, this isn’t really a place I’d like to stay long…” She smiles a bit nervously.
When U.R. called the number on her normal phone, Marcus picked up immediately. "Marcus. Bar."
"I- I'm still in the front, miss!"
"Perfect: see you out there."
As U.R. made her leave, the bartender- now in casual clothes- followed her.
"Yo, can I ride with you back to base? My shift is over." they whispered. U.R. shrugged, and made her way out with them.
Marcus, upon seeing the bartender joining U.R., immediately threw open the back door for all the world to see- the blood stained seats made their appearance once again, a severed hand dropping out from behind the door to the ground. Right as Lesley came out the bar doors. Considering that they were in front of said doors, this was an awkward predicament.
Beakman, you need to stop taking people’s things!
Now someone is going to be upset. I’d ask who you took this from but you won’t answer. It’s an old phone, a flip phone. Maybe I can figure out who’s it is…?
//she opens the phone and looks through the recent calls, dialing the most recent
//U.R. cleans the blood off of the table, slightly annoyed that they had run out of bleach. Suddenly, one of her phones begun to ring. Recognizing the ringtone, she pulled out her own old flip-phone, embroidered with her ex-partner’s pseudonym.
“Heeellllooo, Kally dear.”
“I’m sorry, my name’s Lesley Lokyer. I think Kally dropped her phone and my…pet…picked it up. Do you think I might be able to meet with you and give you the phone to return to her?”
//Immediately regretting every life decision that lead up to this point, U.R. embarrassedly responded
“Uh- yeah..! Sorry about the confusion.. Do you think you could meet me at that slightly shady bar in Newport Town, the one that’s a little rundown? It’s called ‘The Drunken Treasure’, if you don’t know it. I’ll be sure to return my uh… *girlfriend’s* phone to her.”
“Sure, I could do that. How will I know who’s you?”
//She grabbed a pen and paper, ready to write down a description if given.
//Quickly surveying her wig stash and deciding that it would take too long to brush one out properly, she responded.
“I’ll be the person in the black and white shirt covered in open eyes, alright? I’ll probably be wearing black jeans.”
//She quickly wrote it down, just to make sure she doesn’t forget.
“Alright, are you going there immediately or at a certain time?”
“I’ll probably head over there soon, but take as long as you need. Thank you for coming all the way out there.”
“It’s not a problem! I just want to make sure this phone gets back to its owner.”
//She smiles, her good deed quota has been met
“Alright, I’ll see you there. Goodbye!” U.R. chippered ‘happily’ before hanging up. She went and changed into the previously stated outfit- her more casual calling card for those who know her- and called up the new taxi driver, Marcus- the old guy was at a doctor’s appointment for the day to check up on how his legs were healing from a couple months ago.
Hopping into the blood stained passenger’s seat, she watched as Marcus sweat slightly as he took her to the bar. This was, after all, his first time driving the leader of the underground rebellion without anyone to protect him if anything went south.
Entering the bar was a piece of cake; greeting the bartender like an old friend- they were- and sitting down to nurse a water and a bag of pretzels in wait for the good person who wanted to return a shitty old flip-phone.
Lesley pocketed the phone, the picked up Beakman to the best of her ability and stuck him back in his tank in the lab. She went to her room to change out of her lab coat.
Of course getting out of the underwater base is an endever, but one gets used to the process.
She’s not made a habit of frequenting shady bars, so she was very uncomfortable upon entering. Reaching in her purse to get the piece of paper with the description on, she looked around for the person matching. She smiled upon seeing her and sat next to her, getting the phone out. “Hello! I’m Lesley.”
Upon seeing Lesley, U.R. smiled out of common courtesy. “Nice to meet you in person Lesley, my friends call me Crystal. Pretzel?” she offered, holding out one of the mini pretzels from the bag.
“Sure, thank you.” She took one out of the bag and popped it in her mouth. She handed the phone over to Crystal. “I hope you can get it to Kally soon, I would hate to be without my phone for long.”
"Oh, yeah, of course! I'm seeing her tomorrow actually, so I should be able to hand it off to her then. Thank you again, so much. I'm gonna call my friend again really quick, I'm not sure if he drove off or not."
Beakman, you need to stop taking people’s things!
Now someone is going to be upset. I’d ask who you took this from but you won’t answer. It’s an old phone, a flip phone. Maybe I can figure out who’s it is…?
//she opens the phone and looks through the recent calls, dialing the most recent
//U.R. cleans the blood off of the table, slightly annoyed that they had run out of bleach. Suddenly, one of her phones begun to ring. Recognizing the ringtone, she pulled out her own old flip-phone, embroidered with her ex-partner’s pseudonym.
“Heeellllooo, Kally dear.”
“I’m sorry, my name’s Lesley Lokyer. I think Kally dropped her phone and my…pet…picked it up. Do you think I might be able to meet with you and give you the phone to return to her?”
//Immediately regretting every life decision that lead up to this point, U.R. embarrassedly responded
“Uh- yeah..! Sorry about the confusion.. Do you think you could meet me at that slightly shady bar in Newport Town, the one that’s a little rundown? It’s called ‘The Drunken Treasure’, if you don’t know it. I’ll be sure to return my uh… *girlfriend’s* phone to her.”
“Sure, I could do that. How will I know who’s you?”
//She grabbed a pen and paper, ready to write down a description if given.
//Quickly surveying her wig stash and deciding that it would take too long to brush one out properly, she responded.
“I’ll be the person in the black and white shirt covered in open eyes, alright? I’ll probably be wearing black jeans.”
//She quickly wrote it down, just to make sure she doesn’t forget.
“Alright, are you going there immediately or at a certain time?”
“I’ll probably head over there soon, but take as long as you need. Thank you for coming all the way out there.”
“It’s not a problem! I just want to make sure this phone gets back to its owner.”
//She smiles, her good deed quota has been met
“Alright, I’ll see you there. Goodbye!” U.R. chippered ‘happily’ before hanging up. She went and changed into the previously stated outfit- her more casual calling card for those who know her- and called up the new taxi driver, Marcus- the old guy was at a doctor’s appointment for the day to check up on how his legs were healing from a couple months ago.
Hopping into the blood stained passenger’s seat, she watched as Marcus sweat slightly as he took her to the bar. This was, after all, his first time driving the leader of the underground rebellion without anyone to protect him if anything went south.
Entering the bar was a piece of cake; greeting the bartender like an old friend- they were- and sitting down to nurse a water and a bag of pretzels in wait for the good person who wanted to return a shitty old flip-phone.
Lesley pocketed the phone, the picked up Beakman to the best of her ability and stuck him back in his tank in the lab. She went to her room to change out of her lab coat.
Of course getting out of the underwater base is an endever, but one gets used to the process.
She’s not made a habit of frequenting shady bars, so she was very uncomfortable upon entering. Reaching in her purse to get the piece of paper with the description on, she looked around for the person matching. She smiled upon seeing her and sat next to her, getting the phone out. “Hello! I’m Lesley.”
Upon seeing Lesley, U.R. smiled out of common courtesy. "Nice to meet you in person Lesley, my friends call me Crystal. Pretzel?" she offered, holding out one of the mini pretzels from the bag.
Beakman, you need to stop taking people’s things!
Now someone is going to be upset. I’d ask who you took this from but you won’t answer. It’s an old phone, a flip phone. Maybe I can figure out who’s it is…?
//she opens the phone and looks through the recent calls, dialing the most recent
//U.R. cleans the blood off of the table, slightly annoyed that they had run out of bleach. Suddenly, one of her phones begun to ring. Recognizing the ringtone, she pulled out her own old flip-phone, embroidered with her ex-partner’s pseudonym.
“Heeellllooo, Kally dear.”
“I’m sorry, my name’s Lesley Lokyer. I think Kally dropped her phone and my…pet…picked it up. Do you think I might be able to meet with you and give you the phone to return to her?”
//Immediately regretting every life decision that lead up to this point, U.R. embarrassedly responded
“Uh- yeah..! Sorry about the confusion.. Do you think you could meet me at that slightly shady bar in Newport Town, the one that’s a little rundown? It’s called ‘The Drunken Treasure’, if you don’t know it. I’ll be sure to return my uh… *girlfriend’s* phone to her.”
“Sure, I could do that. How will I know who’s you?”
//She grabbed a pen and paper, ready to write down a description if given.
//Quickly surveying her wig stash and deciding that it would take too long to brush one out properly, she responded.
“I’ll be the person in the black and white shirt covered in open eyes, alright? I’ll probably be wearing black jeans.”
//She quickly wrote it down, just to make sure she doesn’t forget.
“Alright, are you going there immediately or at a certain time?”
“I’ll probably head over there soon, but take as long as you need. Thank you for coming all the way out there.”
“It’s not a problem! I just want to make sure this phone gets back to its owner.”
//She smiles, her good deed quota has been met
"Alright, I'll see you there. Goodbye!" U.R. chippered 'happily' before hanging up. She went and changed into the previously stated outfit- her more casual calling card for those who know her- and called up the new taxi driver, Marcus- the old guy was at a doctor's appointment for the day to check up on how his legs were healing from a couple months ago.
Hopping into the blood stained passenger's seat, she watched as Marcus sweat slightly as he took her to the bar. This was, after all, his first time driving the leader of the underground rebellion without anyone to protect him if anything went south.
Entering the bar was a piece of cake; greeting the bartender like an old friend- they were- and sitting down to nurse a water and a bag of pretzels in wait for the good person who wanted to return a shitty old flip-phone.
Beakman, you need to stop taking people’s things!
Now someone is going to be upset. I’d ask who you took this from but you won’t answer. It’s an old phone, a flip phone. Maybe I can figure out who’s it is…?
//she opens the phone and looks through the recent calls, dialing the most recent
//U.R. cleans the blood off of the table, slightly annoyed that they had run out of bleach. Suddenly, one of her phones begun to ring. Recognizing the ringtone, she pulled out her own old flip-phone, embroidered with her ex-partner’s pseudonym.
“Heeellllooo, Kally dear.”
“I’m sorry, my name’s Lesley Lokyer. I think Kally dropped her phone and my…pet…picked it up. Do you think I might be able to meet with you and give you the phone to return to her?”
//Immediately regretting every life decision that lead up to this point, U.R. embarrassedly responded
“Uh- yeah..! Sorry about the confusion.. Do you think you could meet me at that slightly shady bar in Newport Town, the one that’s a little rundown? It’s called ‘The Drunken Treasure’, if you don’t know it. I’ll be sure to return my uh… *girlfriend’s* phone to her.”
“Sure, I could do that. How will I know who’s you?”
//She grabbed a pen and paper, ready to write down a description if given.
//Quickly surveying her wig stash and deciding that it would take too long to brush one out properly, she responded.
“I’ll be the person in the black and white shirt covered in open eyes, alright? I’ll probably be wearing black jeans.”
//She quickly wrote it down, just to make sure she doesn’t forget.
“Alright, are you going there immediately or at a certain time?”
"I'll probably head over there soon, but take as long as you need. Thank you for coming all the way out there."
Beakman, you need to stop taking people’s things!
Now someone is going to be upset. I’d ask who you took this from but you won’t answer. It’s an old phone, a flip phone. Maybe I can figure out who’s it is…?
//she opens the phone and looks through the recent calls, dialing the most recent
//U.R. cleans the blood off of the table, slightly annoyed that they had run out of bleach. Suddenly, one of her phones begun to ring. Recognizing the ringtone, she pulled out her own old flip-phone, embroidered with her ex-partner’s pseudonym.
“Heeellllooo, Kally dear.”
“I’m sorry, my name’s Lesley Lokyer. I think Kally dropped her phone and my…pet…picked it up. Do you think I might be able to meet with you and give you the phone to return to her?”
//Immediately regretting every life decision that lead up to this point, U.R. embarrassedly responded
“Uh- yeah..! Sorry about the confusion.. Do you think you could meet me at that slightly shady bar in Newport Town, the one that’s a little rundown? It’s called ‘The Drunken Treasure’, if you don’t know it. I’ll be sure to return my uh… *girlfriend’s* phone to her.”
“Sure, I could do that. How will I know who’s you?”
//She grabbed a pen and paper, ready to write down a description if given.
//Quickly surveying her wig stash and deciding that it would take too long to brush one out properly, she responded.
"I'll be the person in the black and white shirt covered in open eyes, alright? I'll probably be wearing black jeans."
Beakman, you need to stop taking people’s things!
Now someone is going to be upset. I’d ask who you took this from but you won’t answer. It’s an old phone, a flip phone. Maybe I can figure out who’s it is…?
//she opens the phone and looks through the recent calls, dialing the most recent
//U.R. cleans the blood off of the table, slightly annoyed that they had run out of bleach. Suddenly, one of her phones begun to ring. Recognizing the ringtone, she pulled out her own old flip-phone, embroidered with her ex-partner’s pseudonym.
“Heeellllooo, Kally dear.”
“I’m sorry, my name’s Lesley Lokyer. I think Kally dropped her phone and my…pet…picked it up. Do you think I might be able to meet with you and give you the phone to return to her?”
//Immediately regretting every life decision that lead up to this point, U.R. embarrassedly responded
"Uh- yeah..! Sorry about the confusion.. Do you think you could meet me at that slightly shady bar in Newport Town, the one that's a little rundown? It's called 'The Drunken Treasure', if you don't know it. I'll be sure to return my uh... *girlfriend's* phone to her."
Beakman, you need to stop taking people’s things!
Now someone is going to be upset. I’d ask who you took this from but you won’t answer. It’s an old phone, a flip phone. Maybe I can figure out who’s it is…?
//she opens the phone and looks through the recent calls, dialing the most recent
//U.R. cleans the blood off of the table, slightly annoyed that they had run out of bleach. Suddenly, one of her phones begun to ring. Recognizing the ringtone, she pulled out her own old flip-phone, embroidered with her ex-partner's pseudonym.
"Heeellllooo, Kally dear."
