MCA #-5 [early evening]
After a long, long, long day, Hannelore and Winslow returned to the apartment. The former retreated to the bathroom and indulged herself in an almost-scalding, hour-long shower. The latter logged online and tried to get ahold of Pintsize to talk about what he had learned about other computers.
Unfortunately, Pintsize must've had to do another hard reset or something, because Winslow tried for the entire time Hannelore was in the shower and got nothing.
When she emerged, clean and dry, she picked up the phone.
"Coffee of Doom, this is Dora."
"Dora!" Hannelore had never been so happy to hear someone else's voice.
"Hanny-poo, is that you?" Dora's smile was audible. "Sweetie, what's up? We keep trying to call you and get voicemail! Except a couple weeks ago, when Marten said a little girl called him and said she was named Hannie - "
"Never mind about that," Hannelore said quickly. "How're things there? I've had a...day."
"Well," Dora said slowly, "last night we all hung out at Marty and Faye's, and then the boys went out and they said that a girl on a Vespa attacked them."
"...what?" Hannelore lit up a cigarette. She felt that it would be the first of many.
"Yeah, I know, I thought he and Steve just went to a strip club or something, but we found this chick's website, and she calls herself the 'VespAvenger.' Faye and I are hatching a devious plan."
"A devious plan?" Hannelore asked, intrigued. "Those are my favorite kind."
"We're going to loudly pretend that Marty and I are breaking up and see if this VespAvenger comes after him. 'Cause that's her MO - she goes after boys who 'mistreat' girls. Steve and Ellen broke up, by the way."
"Who's Ellen?" Hannelore asked.
"Steve's ex-girlfriend. Anyway, we told Pintsize he can invite friends, too, so we'll have an audience. I bet he's getting in contact with all the AnthroPCs he knows right now."
Hannelore was torn. "Sounds fun. Who's going to watch the robots while you're out?"
"Can't they watch themselves?"
Hannelore had a nice laugh at that, ending it in a shudder.
"Anyway," Dora said, "I wish you were here to help us, Hanners. We all miss you. What's new with you? Got any cute neighbors?"
Hannelore shrugged uncomfortably. Truthfully, it wasn't like she was looking for anyone, but she knew what Dora would want to hear. "My landlord's cute, I guess. Little older than me, dark hair, eyepatch - "
"IS HE A PIRATE?" came another voice.
"...Faye?" Hannelore asked, frowning.
"Yeah, hi, you're on speaker, Hanny-Panny!" Faye called. "Dora is dealing with a customer. What's up? Is your new town clean yet? What's the new apartment like? We hired Pizza Girl!"
In the background, Hannelore heard a distant, annoyed voice. "I'm not Pizza Girl!"
"Um," Hannelore said, uncomfortable. "I got to sub for a Home Ec class today."
There was dead silence on the other end. Then, finally, Faye's voice. "...cute joke."
"No, seriously," Hannelore said. "It was horrible I hate high schoolers. One of them said he had a virus. I could die."
"Hanners, he was probably messing with you," said Dora reassuringly. "Did it go okay other than that?"
"I guess," Hannelore sighed. "Hey, I should let you go. Have fun with the vespa girl."
"Dammit, I thought that was a secret," Faye hissed.
"Who's she gonna tell, Winslow?" Dora hissed back. "Bye, hon! Call us lots!"
"Bye Hanny-Panny!" Faye called.
"Bye...girl on the phone!" said she who wasn't Pizza Girl.
Hannelore hung up the phone, and went back to relaxing with her cigarettes.
[No IC interaction as I'm omgtired.]
Unfortunately, Pintsize must've had to do another hard reset or something, because Winslow tried for the entire time Hannelore was in the shower and got nothing.
When she emerged, clean and dry, she picked up the phone.
"Coffee of Doom, this is Dora."
"Dora!" Hannelore had never been so happy to hear someone else's voice.
"Hanny-poo, is that you?" Dora's smile was audible. "Sweetie, what's up? We keep trying to call you and get voicemail! Except a couple weeks ago, when Marten said a little girl called him and said she was named Hannie - "
"Never mind about that," Hannelore said quickly. "How're things there? I've had a...day."
"Well," Dora said slowly, "last night we all hung out at Marty and Faye's, and then the boys went out and they said that a girl on a Vespa attacked them."
"...what?" Hannelore lit up a cigarette. She felt that it would be the first of many.
"Yeah, I know, I thought he and Steve just went to a strip club or something, but we found this chick's website, and she calls herself the 'VespAvenger.' Faye and I are hatching a devious plan."
"A devious plan?" Hannelore asked, intrigued. "Those are my favorite kind."
"We're going to loudly pretend that Marty and I are breaking up and see if this VespAvenger comes after him. 'Cause that's her MO - she goes after boys who 'mistreat' girls. Steve and Ellen broke up, by the way."
"Who's Ellen?" Hannelore asked.
"Steve's ex-girlfriend. Anyway, we told Pintsize he can invite friends, too, so we'll have an audience. I bet he's getting in contact with all the AnthroPCs he knows right now."
Hannelore was torn. "Sounds fun. Who's going to watch the robots while you're out?"
"Can't they watch themselves?"
Hannelore had a nice laugh at that, ending it in a shudder.
"Anyway," Dora said, "I wish you were here to help us, Hanners. We all miss you. What's new with you? Got any cute neighbors?"
Hannelore shrugged uncomfortably. Truthfully, it wasn't like she was looking for anyone, but she knew what Dora would want to hear. "My landlord's cute, I guess. Little older than me, dark hair, eyepatch - "
"IS HE A PIRATE?" came another voice.
"...Faye?" Hannelore asked, frowning.
"Yeah, hi, you're on speaker, Hanny-Panny!" Faye called. "Dora is dealing with a customer. What's up? Is your new town clean yet? What's the new apartment like? We hired Pizza Girl!"
In the background, Hannelore heard a distant, annoyed voice. "I'm not Pizza Girl!"
"Um," Hannelore said, uncomfortable. "I got to sub for a Home Ec class today."
There was dead silence on the other end. Then, finally, Faye's voice. "...cute joke."
"No, seriously," Hannelore said. "It was horrible I hate high schoolers. One of them said he had a virus. I could die."
"Hanners, he was probably messing with you," said Dora reassuringly. "Did it go okay other than that?"
"I guess," Hannelore sighed. "Hey, I should let you go. Have fun with the vespa girl."
"Dammit, I thought that was a secret," Faye hissed.
"Who's she gonna tell, Winslow?" Dora hissed back. "Bye, hon! Call us lots!"
"Bye Hanny-Panny!" Faye called.
"Bye...girl on the phone!" said she who wasn't Pizza Girl.
Hannelore hung up the phone, and went back to relaxing with her cigarettes.
[No IC interaction as I'm omgtired.]