♗ IC CONTACT

[waiting]

"You've reached Bradbury. I'm out, so leave a message if you need me."

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[enigmaestro]

How appropriately masculine. [Spoken so dryly.] Is Mitchell with you? Maybe I'll accumulate his company, if you don't want to play ball.

[waiting]

Who do you think dragged me out on a Sunday? [ Screw not drinking on the job, it's Memorial Day weekend. In any case, Eddie said no more rhetorical questions, so... ]

I can see him, if that counts as bein' with him. The usual.

[ a.k.a. Mitch is hobnobbing like the social gadfly he is while Bradbury keeps an eye out for trouble. ]

[enigmaestro]

Oh that's typical, while I'm here chiseling this legislative proposal -- and the battleplan behind it! Robbing banks was less thankless.

[waiting]

You're working on a Sunday?

[ Wow, now he wonders who's the bad influence on who. ]

At least it's less likely to get you arrested.

[enigmaestro]

Hardly. Your assumption plays into your incredulous statement -- yes, I'm working on a Sunday, because I'm still suffering the punitive efforts of our esteemed mayor.

Valentine's Day was literally months ago.

[waiting]

[ He makes a vague noise that. While he obviously didn't get the chance to confront Eddie about it -- dying and gettin dumped into another world shifts your priorities around by a fair bit -- he'd at the very least assumed he was responsible.

He'd be madder if he wasn't busy feeling oddly mollified that Mitch actually did something about it. ]

Did he say how long you had to work it off?

[enigmaestro]

That's rather classified, don't you think? [He speaks acidic syllables. Eddie was content to only tease the information before Bradbury.]

I'm still getting paid. Overtime.

[waiting]

[ Eddie couldn't see it, but the shrug was practically audible. Figures that Eddie won't give it that easy, but... ]

Figured you might've had something to do with that. [ A touch of genuine curiosity: ] Why Valentines? I thought only bitter single people had a reason to harass people then.

[enigmaestro]

As usual, no one else accessed my vision. I was helping you lot connect beneath superficial levels. [He pauses a moment, tempted to delve deeper into self-righteous tirade -- but retreats before the word "delusional" could be so easily thrown around.]

I was successful, regardless of appropriate appreciation.

[waiting]

How do you figure that?

[enigmaestro]

Nothing quite brings people together like the following: hate, humiliation, and tragedy.

[waiting]

Wow.

[ Just wow. ]

[enigmaestro]

What?

[He's seriously asking what.]

[waiting]

That explains a lot.

[enigmaestro]

Feel free to expound.

[waiting]

I don't think I will.

[enigmaestro]

Ah, I see. Well.

It's all right to feel intimidated by me.

[waiting]

You know every time you try to piss me off I'll assume it's your way of making friends, right?

[enigmaestro]

Why do you assume I'm trying to enrage you? What if I'm just treating you in a deserved manner?

[waiting]

'Cause you know I can't do anything about it, 'cause you like pushing people, and 'cause you like getting attention.

[enigmaestro]

It's a trick question, because neither motivation is necessarily independent of the other.

[waiting]

You didn't say I was wrong about any of the other stuff.

[enigmaestro]

If I pointed out every time you were wrong, the words would lose all meaning!

[AKA Bradbury was right.]

[waiting]

Heh.

[ Maybe he's getting a little better at this than he used to be. But they've strayed pretty far from the original topic, so he brings it back abruptly. ]

So you like Lil. Non-sexually.

[enigmaestro]

I have a girlfriend already, one who's intent on monogamy. [A beat.] Not that she'd reject a brief ménage à trois.

Hm.

But yes, I like Lillian.