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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[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?