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.

Comments

[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. ]