Beach City Grill, Santa Cruz, Thursday night
"Jaime," Priestly said, jaw clenched. "J-A-I-M-E. Reyes." He rolled his eyes. "R-E-Y-E-S. I want to know why he's not here! He was scheduled on a portal -- yes. I don't have his universe identifier, those things are -- He was supposed to be here three hours ago. How the hell am I supposed to know if his universe has a time delay in effect? That kind of thing changes, like, monthly! -- My universe identifier is T-T-0829297. Yeah, I triple checked it. And the time, yes. -- Seriously? Okay, were you people trained by monkeys, or something? -- Sentient ones? -- Yes, it makes a difference. -- Yes it does. -- Yes it does. -- Yes is does."
Jaime had, for whatever reason, not arrived via portal on time. He wasn't answering his phone. Priestly could only assume he was stuck in a dimension full of particularly intelligent shades of blue. Not that Portalocity would ever admit to such a thing, but still. . . .
"Can I talk to someone who isn't six, please? -- No, sir, I meant mentally, I have nothing against species who mature at a different -- Yeah, okay, you put me on hold again. Great. Just think, I could be dealing with my evil kitchen staff, right now. Wouldn't that be nice?"
It was going to be a long night. At least the rest of the crew were fairly amused by Priestly's plight.
[ooc: mostly establishy, yes.]
Jaime had, for whatever reason, not arrived via portal on time. He wasn't answering his phone. Priestly could only assume he was stuck in a dimension full of particularly intelligent shades of blue. Not that Portalocity would ever admit to such a thing, but still. . . .
"Can I talk to someone who isn't six, please? -- No, sir, I meant mentally, I have nothing against species who mature at a different -- Yeah, okay, you put me on hold again. Great. Just think, I could be dealing with my evil kitchen staff, right now. Wouldn't that be nice?"
It was going to be a long night. At least the rest of the crew were fairly amused by Priestly's plight.
[ooc: mostly establishy, yes.]