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Is he flirty enough? Swearing too much or too little? Enough cook talk? Do I have his voice down or do I deserve to be keelhauled?
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Shit...
[The sound is distorted once more as he gets up on his feet, a pained groan slipping out.]
He... that fucking bastard!
Where..? This isn't...
[Silence. Perhaps he does know that this is recording if only instinctively but he still doesn't address the audience. A few seconds pass before the transmission is finally cut.]
[[ ooc - heeee's back! A little battered and very disoriented - a timeskip over 200 chapters messes a bit with your memory so don't be too mad if he's a little slow on the uptake. :|b ]]
Can't say I'm all that enthusiastic after last time.
Time sure flies.
Northern Lights. Supply run. Tomorrow at noon. Those interested can either leave a note here or just show up, either works fine with me. There'll be something in it for the volunteers like always, just do your share of the work.
This is a pretty damn good opportunity for anyone who wants to stock up their personal supplies or need to look for winter clothes. Strength in numbers and all that shit - just tag along if you want.
Almost a week...
( Locked to the Scientists || unhackable )
Ace.
A word, please.
The silence stretches on. Ten seconds.
Twenty.
A minute.
The post ends just as abruptly as it started. Click. Honey, I'm home.]
[[ooc: back from the dead again and not too happy about it thanks to a certain someone. He might not reply all that much, especially if you're not someone he considers a friend. : / Commentlogs are more than welcome though! Heading out of the hospital now~]]
Shit...
[It's quiet. Almost eerily so. You can hear him breathe heavily - painfully - almost like he can't force enough air into his lungs. This goes on for a couple of minutes before he makes up his mind. A shift in position, the distinct sound of fabric being ripped apart followed by a muffled groan.
Silence. A few small pebbles fall to the floor as he moves again and the sound of something being pulled closer - a rock maybe, a bit of debris, whatever it is it's heavy and a cry of pain slips out between clenched teeth. The scraping stops and for a heartbeat or two there's no sound at all save for that heavy, labored breathing.
And then a crash as he lets the object go, falling to the floor once again. There's a noise - not quite a sob and not quite a curse but the defeat it carries won't go unnoticed. Whatever it was he was trying to do just failed and he's forced to accept his fate. ]
Fucking hell.
[[ooc: guess who decided to take another look at those unstable buildings before they headed back to town? Guess who got caught as it collapsed on top of him? Set after Prydain's group finished at the observatory. Mod-approved! o/ ]
Not fucking worth it...
Oi, Luffy. Ace. I heard it went pretty damn well at the hospital. You guys alright over there? What about you, Usopp? Chopper?
As for you, shitty marimo - you better not have slept through the whole damn thing! Oh, and Robin-cha-!
Huh. Figures... this is no place for a lady.
Tch-! Shit... guess I deserved that one.
Ash, snow and now fog... looks like white is popular this seaso-
[He stops and for a good minute there's nothing but bursts of static. The irony has not passed undetected. 8| Sanji fumbles a bit with the communicator, clearly not interested in making philosophical remarks about the weather anymore.]
Oh fucking hell, give me a break-
[click]
Damn, I should just write out a standard ad for these things...
And whoever it was that made those 'cookies' the other day... I'd like to have a word with you.
( LOCKED TO PRYDAIN || HACKABLE )
[OOC: OKAY SO. AFTER LIKE... FOREVER SANJI IS MOVING BACK TO GOHL. FEEL FREE TO ASSUME YOU'VE SEEN HIM AROUND IF YOU WANT. Also Gohl-ppl, punch me in the face if there's a problem with this.]
[There's an edge to the cook's voice - restraint, worry, annoyance covered up by a fair amount of nonchalance. This isn't a problem. Really.]
Seems like we're missing a crew member. He got green hair, carries three swords... is an expert at getting lost. If anyone's seen him around let me know so he can be returned to his guardians.
Thanks.
( locked to anemone || unhackable )
--Clouds? When the hell did I get off the boat...? No, it's not the same...
....oh you have got to be shitting me.
Long time no see, Discedo. Lovely weather we're having.
Coughing, most likely a smokers cough that got worse over the past few days. Told you ash got in everywhere. Some water dripping, followed by a pained hiss. Still not very exciting, is it? You'll just have to live with it for a few more minutes, I'm afraid. Things might pick up if you keep on listening.
Pretty loud rustling of fabric, apparently whatever piece of clothing the communicator is hidden in is being moved. And obviously the owner of that piece of clothing is completely unaware that he forgot to empty his pockets because it doesn't take long before the transmission is broken up by a 'splash' followed by nothing but the deafening sound of something being completely submerged in water. If you listen closely you can just barely make out a---
Fuck!
--- before the post times out.]
Northern Lights. Supply run. Tomorrow at noon. Those interested can either leave a note here or just show up, either works fine with me. There'll be something in it for the volunteers like always, just do your share of the work.
Oh and... anyone got any alcohol? Not for drinking, the medical stuff. I don't need much so whatever you got would be appreciated. Soap as well, I'll trade for either. Probably a lost cause to ask for cigarettes.
(...) Oh and... Shinji. You too, I guess.
[ooc: off hiatus, hello. Tags might be a bit slow, I'm heading to bed soonish e___e]
I'm not the first to say it and I won't be the last, but be careful out there. There's an escort service available for those of you who can't defend themselves, courtesy of Miss Honey. Make use of it.
( Locked/Gohl people/hackable )
( Locked/Anemone/unhackable )
Ow fuck! Alright, I was just about to..
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I've scheduled another supply run for the Northern Lights tomorrow afternoon. You know the deal, let me know if you're interested and I'll make it worth your time.
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It's been pretty damn quiet lately... not that I'm complaining but... hm. Too fucking quiet... Oii, shitty marimo. Did you get lost somewhere or what?
[Bit of background noise, footsteps, squeaky door. He was clearly inside the bar and has now stepped outside.]
...?! Hey! Are you al-
[transmission end]
[[ooc: commentlog for Jiro omg]]
If there's any lovely ladies in need of an escort I'd be more than happy to help out~!
Oiii, Usopp! You back to normal yet?
Tch, guess that goes for you too, shitty marimo. You back in one piece?
[TEXT]
All right, it's time for another supply run for the bar. It's pretty urgent so I'll be happy for any volunteers I can get.
Just drop me a note if you're interested, I'll make it worth your troubles.