03/01 - same time as the intro log

[keephimtalking]

There's people in the hospital without clothes.

[ It's Lantar. There's no one else in the town with that flanged voice. He suddenly sounds like he's been chain smoking for a few decades now though. ]

If anyone's got shoes, pants and coats to spare, you guys think you can drop them off here? I'll be in the lobby.

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[inventor]

( a chuckle bubbles in his voice when he responds, ) Yeah, sure. I got some clothes to spare.

( he won't mention, of course, that said clothes belong to jeff. hence they're ugly and gaudy as fuck. it'll be more hilarious if they don't find out until they open the box. and it shall be the second worst thing ever found in a box, after that scene in "seven", when brad pitt opens the box to reveal his wife's decapitated head inside. barely tho )

[keephimtalking]

[ Can you hear the judgemental silence over the line here, Howard? Can you?

Because Lantar is judging you very hard right now. ]

Thanks. I can return them afterwards, if you want?

[inventor]

( OK WOW howard is doing a charitable act out of the kindness of his heart and, yet, it's being like it's trash.

the lesson is: kindness is for suckers, money is forever. )

No. Please, keep them. For the... uh next group.

( just take them please. )

[keephimtalking]

[ 'Next group'?

This time, the stretch of silence is even more suspicious. ]

... Right. I'll drop by and pick it up then.

[inventor]

( honestly, howard just said "next group" so lantar will take them. he made that up. he doesn't know if there'll be a next group, he just wants the clothes gone. and if he has to lie and come up with some improbable ideas to do so, hell yeah he will. )

Come by the back door. Uh the front is blocked.

( the fuckin' ratpack returned all the ugly items howard gave away for bargaining purposes. fuckin' asshole. )

[keephimtalking]

[ The problem is that Lantar had woken up in the hospital and found a whole bunch of new amnesiacs wandering around again. It's looking awfully probable from his end. ]

Should I bring a bag?

[dehanded]

They must be able to prove themselves. It is not a far walk, even for humans.

[ ibaraki, no.... ]

[keephimtalking]

[ There's the sound of someone facepalming over the phone and deep, slooow breath- ]

The question was if you had spare clothes, yeah? I didn't ring up the network to ask for useless fucking opinions that I don't care about!

[ Sorry, Ibaraki, this guy just woke up from being dead (again) and has all of zero patience. ]

[dehanded]

[ DYING? BIG DEAL. IT HAPPENS ALL THE TIMES. ]

Kuh... I have nothing to give weaklings! Unless they have sworn to me, they are not my responsibility! And you are weak for not finding them yourself!

[ also guys maybe dont start a fight. ]

[keephimtalking]

[ WOW!! ]

Hey, just a thought but you can literally take your shitty fucking ideas and cram them up your ass.

[ Too late. Starting a fight. ]

[dehanded]

[ there's a moment of silence, suddenly broken by a ragged snarl. ]

Foolish human, you know not what you say! I will sever your spine and use it to dig your still beating heart from your body and then you may try to insult me so.

[keephimtalking]

HAH! Joke's on you, 'cause I ain't fucking human, you pyjak licking fuckwhistle!

[ S-someone stop them. Please. ]

[dehanded]

You think that will stop me from making you my prey? You have already proven that you are weak! Your skull does not need to be human for me to drink from it!

[keephimtalking]

First of all, that's gross and you're going to poison yourself. Second of all, YOU CAN FUCKING TRY ME, ASSWIPE.

[dehanded]

Kuahahahaha! What would you know of oni, weakling? You are not even human! Inviting your doom, you are a fool nonetheless!

[ and thats the sound of the phone being dropped off the hook, as ibaraki rushes off to go get her sword and come deliver a beatdown. lets hope she runs into someone who'll discourage her... ]

[keephimtalking]

[ That sure was a phone fight with a possible Vorcha.

Setting his own receiver down, Lantar rolls his eyes and stuffs the clothes he'd bought from the local thrift shop into his duffel bag before making his way out the door.

Hopefully someone was going drop off more since the supply would be stretched pretty thin otherwise, going by the quick headcount he'd done before leaving the hospital. ]