Voicemail

[carbsliftthespirit]

"Hey, you've reached Raiden. I can't come to the phone right now, but you know what to do...I hope..."

*BEEP*

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Phone Day!

[grenadesandohana]

[OOC: From here!]

Well, that's a weird message. Naturally Steve called right back and got sent to voicemail.

"Look," Steve said, "I don't appreciate being propositioned in Japanese, and I don't think my special training is any business but my own. And don't call me darling."

Re: Phone Day!

[carbsliftthespirit]

(OOC: Continued here!)

[doesdoctorstuff]

Yeah, so Navaan had class today, but she wasn't actually following any of the rules, just spinning the wheel and making phone calls. And sometimes not even bothering to spin the wheel.

"Hi Raiden! The wheel is telling me to text people and do weird stuff, but I'm ignoring it and just trying to figure out when we're gonna hang up and do lots of drugs and drink and eat together, but not fuck, cause you're not into girls like that and I respect boundaries. BYE!"

[carbsliftthespirit]

Raiden had no idea what was going on in Navaan's class, so he was just calling her back to respond to the substance of her message.

"Navaan! That sounds like a great idea! We should totally do that sometime soon! Just let me call my brother first, okay, he knows where to get the really good drugs."

[doesdoctorstuff]

...Okay, but which brother is the drug brother, exactly?

"Oooh!" Navaan said, because the promise of really good drugs was even better than the promise of just regular drugs. "Hell yeah! Let me know when you got 'em and I'll come over and we can do...oh, oh, oh! Drugs and breakfast!"

She wasn't picky. Drugs and any meal would be fine.

[carbsliftthespirit]

Either Castor or Daman (Greed or Envy), whichever one Raiden caught in a good mood (Castor being exponentially more likely than Daman).

"Heck yeah! I'll make pancakes! And hash browns!" They wouldn't be Waffle House hash browns, but they would be delicious. "Oooh, and sausage!" Always sausage.

[doesdoctorstuff]

"And drink mimosas so we can be fancy at our..." Navaan gasped happily at the thought she'd just had. "Drug Brunch."

Phone day!

[thatwaslucky]

[From here]

This was better off in text, so he wouldn't have to deal with her trying to figure this one out.

...Am I supposed to be upset that we're just friends?

Re: Phone day!

[carbsliftthespirit]

(Went here and here!

[witchoftheflesh]

Hey, weird question, but could I get your brother Daman's mailing address? Adrian had no idea how EXTRA fraught this request was, thinking only that it was 'asking a hookup for another hookup's address, where both hookups are brothers' levels of fraught, which was already a metric ton.

[carbsliftthespirit]

After texting Daman (and waiting for Daman to wake up and answer), Raiden replied with, He has a PO box, and the address of said PO box, without conveying any of Daman's 'Why does he want to know???' style texts to Adrian. That was just Daman being Daman.

If Adrian thought he was getting their home address he was in for disappointment. If Alastair could have made the house unplottable like in Barry Plodder he probably would have done that.

[witchoftheflesh]

Thanks!

Nope! No house address needed! Adrian was trying to be thoughtful, not creepy. Which was why sometime, either tomorrow or the day after, Daman would find a container of mini tiramisu whoopie pies in his PO Box with a note that just said Wishing you a Happy Valentine's Day --Adrian Blackwood. They were not decorated with hearts or anything to make it seem like he was trying to declare a romantic entanglement. Just tasty baked goods!