voicemail

[memlost]

[An upbeat male voice comes on:]

Hey, it's Morgan! If you were expecting a girl, you picked the wrong picture. If not, then congratulations! But sorry too, because this means I've missed you. Leave a message!

[Beep.]

(( ooc: feel free to use this for face-to-face interactions as well! just leave a date and voice/action/etc. in the header. ))

Comments

[bloodandblunder]

[ what

what just happened

... no seriously, she's having a hard time grasping what's going on and why his hand is in her face, so she's going to make perplexedly distressed vocalizations that are mostly ??? and ?!???! ]

[memlost]

[ Which means this is probably working. Good job Morgan, you are so smart. After a couple seconds in which he beams at his success (not that she would know), he releases her from his tactical hold. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ and Noire just continues to look baffled. ] W-what was that?

[memlost]

A distraction! You're not thinking about it anymore, are you?

[bloodandblunder]

...

[ Just.

Going to put her hand against his face, then!! ]

1/2

[memlost]

Hrmmphph--

2/2

[memlost]

[ And not a second later his shoulders begin to shake, a suspicious sound like laughter coming from under her palm. ]

[bloodandblunder]

I-it's not funny! In fact, it's sort of uncomfortable! [ and she'll lower her hand. ] Of all the ways to distract someone--

[memlost]

[ He chuckles a bit more and rubs his face before grinning at her. ]

Sorry, I may have panicked a little. But you can't argue with results! I'd like to see you come up with something better.

[bloodandblunder]

Of... distracting you?

... That doesn't involve hexing...

[ Hold on, she's trying to think rather laboriously. Yes, with a fever. ]

[memlost]

[ Yes, please don't hex him... or at the very least, please let him know what the hex is first.

His challenge wasn't a serious one, but she seems to be giving it some real thought...! So he sits and waits curiously. ]

[bloodandblunder]

Ah-- oh no, that wouldn't work, you might get sick, too...

[ HMMMM. ]

[memlost]

Huh? Hm?

... What, like coughing on me?

[ That's not nice, Noire... ]

[bloodandblunder]

I wouldn't do that! A-anyway, that wouldn't work right now, and I'd rather... er.

... Never mind. Um, I suppose I could just ask you to list something.

1/???

[memlost]

[ Hold on a sec, he's still puzzling this out... If it isn't coughing, then


]

[memlost]

[ could ]

[memlost]

[ it ]

done

[memlost]

[ BE

He leans forward suddenly, staring intently at her face. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Morgan wait what now--

SHE'S JUST GOING TO... l-lean back a bit. ]

W... what is it?

[memlost]

Your first idea.

[bloodandblunder]

We can't! [ wow, she almost lost that word to pitch, and she's already frantically waving her hands in front of her. ] L-like I said, you'll get sick for certain!

[memlost]

... I know. I was just gauging your reaction.

[ He sits back with a satisfied smile. Normally he'd throw caution to the wind, but with this fog around he can't afford to be sick. ]

1/3

[bloodandblunder]

[ For a few seconds, Noire stares at him, mouth working soundlessly-- until she has to cough, and with it comes-- ]

[bloodandblunder]

THE GALL OF YOU, TOYING SO CALLOUSLY WITH THE HEART OF DARKNESS!! KNOW THIS, MORTAL, I SHALL NOT BE TRIFLED WITH! YOUR LAST DAY APPROACHES--

[bloodandblunder]

[ except no, sickies should not blood and thunder, and the fight leaves her pretty rapidly, along with most of her energy, so she'll just... slump down now. ]

T-there's a limit...