Day 10 | Communicator To All

[fighttheprotest]

If anyone sees a blond idiot with sunglasses shouting about the oranges, ignore him. He was wasted off his ass last night, and probably still isn't coherent. [a very disgruntled sigh] Dumbass got us stuck here.

Name's Jason. Guess I'm workin' tickets over at the House of Dusk.

[More as an afterthought than anything, he mutters:] Man, why do I have

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Communicator

[scurvyprotest]

HEY!

Bro, that - that you?

Oh, man, my head...my head is killing me....

Communicator

[fighttheprotest]

Course it's me, dumbass. And that's what you get, drinking as much as you did last night.

[scurvyprotest]

...

Where the fuck am I, man?

Where -

What -

I can't get this thing off my wrist, man-

[fighttheprotest]

Won't come off, I already tried. Dude. You were shit-faced drunk and walked into this place. I just barely followed you in here, and you dumb shit. Why did you have to pull this now?

[scurvyprotest]

Dude. Jace.

I don't - I don't even know WHERE WE ARE. Let alone what this -

[There is a sudden loud scream over the comm.]

WHAT THE FUCK!? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS ON MY CHEST!? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?

[fighttheprotest]

Calm your damn tits man. It's just some tattoo or something to mark who works here. Chill. We're at some weird ass carnival.

[He might have growled lowly. He is the most frustrated right now.]

Where you at? I'll come to you man, so chill and stop freakin' out.

[scurvyprotest]

WHAT?

I -

Fuck -

I'm...I'm in some dark room and -

Woke up on...on the floor, it's wood or. Shit. This...the fuck is this mirro-

AUGH HOLY SHIT FUCK -

[The communicator cuts off sharply.]

Action>Mirror

[fighttheprotest]

[Shit. SHIT. No, man, NO, he is not losing his bro, dumb shit as he is. Said something about a mirror. He had one of those, he thinks as he pulls it out of his pocket.]

Aaron! Hey! Answer me you dumb shit!

Mirror

[steprightonup]

[Hey. That's not Aaron, is it?]

Looooooooooose something?

Action>Mirror

[fighttheprotest]

[SHIT. SHIT, DROPPING THIS THING. Dropping and losing all of his shits before picking it up again, and putting on a brave face.]

Yeah. Yeah, where you got my brother? He didn't do anything so where'd you put him and why?

[steprightonup]

[The grinning face remains completely unchanged between when Jason drops the mirror and when he picks it back up.]

Meeeeeeeee?

WHY, I haven't put him aaaaaaaaaaaaanywhere, Sport! I just found him passed out COLD here in the House of Dusk! Proooooobably a little bit lost, ahaha!

[fighttheprotest]

Oh. Oh. Well. He probably just wandered in there drunk then. [a bit begrudgingly:] Sorry 'bout that.

I'll just be coming to get him then. [Veeeeeeery quickly too, that guy is kind of creepy.]

[steprightonup]

It's allllll right!

Might want to hurry up with that, Sport! He's juuuuuuust a liiiiiiiiittle spooked, I think! Can't IMAGINE why!