IC contact: Sirenspull

[paterelohim]

Uh, hi! This is Ca- I mean Chuck Shurley, just- Chuck, sorry. [Indistinct fumbling noises] Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks?

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voicemail, dated to Friday evening;

[showbizpanache]

Ah-- Hello. It's Kurt. Um, I'm sorry about the lateness of the hour. I would like to speak with you, if you don't mind, at--at your earliest convenience. I hope you're doing well. [Click.]

voicemail, dated to Friday evening;

[paterelohim]

[Chuck calls back about half an hour after Kurt leaves his voicemail.]

[showbizpanache]

Hello?

[paterelohim]

Hi, Kurt.

[showbizpanache]

Oh-- Chuck, hello. I'm sorry for calling so late, especially if I woke you...

[paterelohim]

No- no, I'm good. [Since the mugging with lasers and Batman and his friend trying to chop his head in half nbd Chuck hasn't been sleeping a whole lot.] I was awake.

Is, uh, is everything okay?

[showbizpanache]

Yes. Oh yes, I'm fine. Are you all right? I realize this may not be the best time to trouble you... [Really, he'd called the first over-age person he could think of who wouldn't give him a tongue-lashing.]

[paterelohim]

Kurt. Spit it out.

[showbizpanache]

I'm worried about Blaine.

[paterelohim]

...What about him?

[showbizpanache]

He called me tonight. And he was--on something. Some sort of illicit substance, and he claimed it was for insomnia. And the way he was talking, it just...scared me.

[paterelohim]

[Oh, shit. Chuck curses softly, but (he hopes?) not loud enough for the kid to hear.]

How do you know it was illicit? If you've ever talked to someone awake on Ambien, it sounds a lot like hitting a crackpipe.

[showbizpanache]

Um, no, I... I don't have intimate knowledge about the subject, I'm afraid.

He was--hallucinating.

[paterelohim]

Okay, Kurt, breathe. Take a deep breath.

This still sounds like Ambien to me. I knew a girl who took Ambien and wound up having a conversation with her towels.

This doesn't necessarily have to mean something awful.

[showbizpanache]

He said they looked like little white mints. I don't know, Chuck, he was just so...

[paterelohim]

What did he do?