[Weak-voiced and cranky.]

I think I'm allergic to something that was in that alcohol. Unless hangovers usually last three days. Why are the streetlights so damn bright.

[An agonized whisper - the speaker is clearly in too much pain to be as angry as she'd like to be.]

Never again. Never. Again. I don't know how you do it, Finland. Typing needles through my eyes. If this is a hangover, the drink's not worth it.

[It's strained with pain and fear, but it's definitely Gert's voice, if somewhat older. There's busy traffic noise behind her, so it's difficult to hear exactly what she's saying at first.]

They can't hold out. There must be someo-- Ow. Desai. Right.Is there anyone here with an ability to heal, withstand electricity, or somehow avoid being ( Read more... )

Who stole all the pillows? There were supposed to be pillows here when I was ready for my nyap! ... What do you mean, I only said so five minutes ago? What does that have to do with it? ... I might be willing to settle for blankets, but only in a prrrrrroper nyest format ( Read more... )

[Gert's voice is low, growly and more irritated than usual. Somewhere, at a distance, is a racket of surprise and anger.]

All right, I have had it with this Disney funland. Talking flowers, animals wearing clothing, gravity only partially working... I have never been a flower, nor a weed, thank you very much.

[She speaks more directly into the ( Read more... )

That is it!
You over-protective self-righteous bastard!
We are done. I am through with this bullshit!
You are damn lucky I don't trust the police, or I'd have your ass up on assault charges so fast...
Instead, I'm considering telling your parents and the school counselors. If you're lucky you'll get grounded and suspended, asshole.
Don't you ever ( Read more... )

[The recording device clicks on to a few minutes of silence. Then it's Gert's voice, strained with grief.]

I was too late. Because of that stupid fight, I was too late. I didn't get there in time and Chase--

[She chokes off, unable to finish the phrase. There's a quiet space, and then she's back, hard and sharp, like broken glass.But Wilder ( Read more... )