Twenty-Three

[hurtjustalittle]

[Filtered against drones, backdated to just after the April Fool's event]

I don't think I'm alone in saying that some of the people who contacted me during that... occurrence with the phones were familiar. I talked to my twin, and one other individual who I am unfortunately acquainted with.

I have little faith in the latter of the two, but trust my

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[crunchitize_me]

[He's not one for talking, but he'll make a sound akin to something of curiosity. People were able to call out? Wait... Masters? This is all sounding sort of familiar, but his main concern is getting out of here--Or not, seeing as he's not really breathing back in his world anymore.]

[hurtjustalittle]

I can hear you. Identify yourself.

[crunchitize_me]

...

[So not speaking up.]

[hurtjustalittle]

...

I'll ask again. Who is this, and you have any information that's worth listening to?

[crunchitize_me]

[A small sigh--Dear phones, please evolve into the 2000s-era in the next century or so. No love, Captain.]

...

[Wait. Passing-by-Drone at work! Don't mind the strangled yelp, because he's just going to force that drone to tell this weird lady that he can't talk.]

[hurtjustalittle]

[Drone abuse is relevant to her interests. Listening eagerly.]

[crunchitize_me]

[Just like puppets on a string~ He could get used to making Drones behave like loyal pets, really.]

H-He's a mute, miss. W-Well, mostly--! Other than that h-he... Come on, buddy! It's me, Stev-- As far as I know he's a mute--Nobody ain't ever seen him talkin' for the past coupl'a weeks. What? But your name isn't... Well, alright. I guess he likes t'go by the name 'Captain'.

[hurtjustalittle]

[Jane finds that they make even better snacks, actually.

And yeah, she is kind of laughing quietly at the drone’s discomfort. Such a nice little girl.]

Noted. Has… 'Captain' managed to contact anyone from outside Mayfield?

[crunchitize_me]

[He's never been much of a snacker, though his physique could really use it. He's a toothpick version of a certain Communist, in short. Very toothpicky.

The drone almost looks like he's about to clam up, so there's an encouraging 'thump' in the background. Yeah, he just kicked him a bit.]

Yeow! Hey! ...He's a mute. I don't reckon he can talk on the phone except for that weird grunty-growly thing he does when he's ticked off at somethin'. He can write though! But I don't reckon he has that many friends anymore with the way he's been actin' up-- [And a louder kick.] Oi! Cut it out, man! ...I-I'm sure he'd be happy to come over so you can ask him yourself! He's givin' me that eerie stare again, miss.

[hurtjustalittle]

[Well, he seems amusing enough.]

...Very well. I'm currently living at 1248 William's Road. Bring the drone if you need to.

[crunchitize_me]

[He'll even give her the drone if she wanted it.

There's another strangled yelp, and he's calmly hanging up the phone to drag himself and his 'translator' down to Jane's house.]

[hurtjustalittle]

[And there's a little cloaked girl waiting on the porch.]

[crunchitize_me]

[Thump, there goes the drone face-first into the mailbox. It was mostly an accident, so now the werewolf-gone-mechanic is just going to stare at the comatose puppet and kick his foot.]

...

[S-Sup Jane. Uh. This looks really awkward.]

[hurtjustalittle]

[Just wait until she finds out he's a werewolf.]

So you came, then.

[Stepping over the knocked out drone this is totally normal.]

[crunchitize_me]

[When the mailman suddenly goes missing...

A small nod--You seemed smaller over the phone, lady.]

[hurtjustalittle]

[Of course, s-she's almost five feet, that's plently tall.]

So. Did you contact anyone?