[audio] Sept

[cajuncardtrick]

Bonjour, mes amis! I do not know what came over me the last few days, but I'm glad it's over. Now let me get t' the point. I would like to go out. Maybe job hunting, maybe some drinkin', maybe some espionage? Anything, really. I'm rearin' t' go!

Comments

[audio]

[down_to_nowhere]

Not sick, I take it.

Drinking sounds good to me. And if we get into a tight spot we have to fight our way out of, I won't object. Two weeks is too long to be nice.

[audio]

[cajuncardtrick]

Nah. Not sick. Didn't stick around th' party long enough, I guess. Now--about this drinkin'. Let's go someplace with some real nice security, hm? I gotta work off all th' time I've spent doin' nothin' but hiding.

[audio]

[down_to_nowhere]

You got it. This city owes us, right?

[audio]

[cajuncardtrick]

Exactly, mon ami. Meet outside in 10 or so?

[voice - screened||unhackable]

[non_veritas]

[After the recording begins, there's a moment of silence; L's voice, sounding as congested as can be imagined, breaks it.]

Too sick to go out.

What kind of spying are you considering?

[OOC: BACKTAGGING LIEK WHOA, ETC ETC.]

[voice - screened||unhackable]

[cajuncardtrick]

Ah--Bein' like a spy for hire. Maybe stealin' some things for the right kind of people. I'd like to get back to my preferred profession as soon as possible.

[voice - screened||unhackable]

[non_veritas]

You will have to find the right sort of people first.

What constitutes the wrong sort of people?

[In spite of his cold, he almost sounds arch.]

[voice - screened||unhackable]

[cajuncardtrick]

Well--the wrong sorta people can't afford me or are willin' t' stab me in th' back as soon as somethin' goes amiss or I don't do exactly what they say, you know? Scum like that.

[princess_flo]

Take me drinking, Remy.

[cajuncardtrick]

Ah. You're off t'nite, chere? I'll be glad to take you anywhere you'd like.

[princess_flo]

Good. I'll be ready in an hour or so. I'll tell you about it when you come pick me up.

[cajuncardtrick]

Sure. jus' lemme know.