[filtered to all non-drones]I called my 'boss' and took a couple days off from work. Shouldn't, really, since there's not a hell of a lot else to do in this town, but I just can't bring myself to do it. What's the point of being a lawyer in a town without any crime? The real injustice is the life we're forced to lead here, and I can't prosecute ( Read more... )

[The voice is male. Dry. Almost sardonic. He doesn't sound entirely surprised to be here, maybe just a little bitter. Or that could just be the coffee one can hear him drinking. Some long-time residents might recognize the voice as belonging to one Mr. Armando.]Well. Here I thought the whole time this place was just a bad dream. If it is, it's only ( Read more... )

[Filtered to Mia Fey.]

[Diego's voice is a little rougher than usual, as he's calling prior to his first cup of coffee. Shows his concern, right?]

Mia? Mia, I know you're there. Pick up the phone. This isn't the time to be avoiding me.

[Intended for grey_of_heart, but I suppose it could be intercepted by someone trying really really hard to hear Diego's conversations?]

Mr. Grant? It's Diego. ...I need a favor. It's urgent. [[His voice sounds odd, almost like he's fighting the urge to hit something.]]

[[There's the sound of liquid being sipped, then a heavy ceramic mug being put back down. With a rustling of paper, a smooth voice makes a few brief remarks.]]

Well well. Looks like the cure for the flu is just a nice, strong cup or seventeen of coffee. Funnily enough, my 'wife and kids' never even got the sniffles. Anyone else with a nice, normal ( Read more... )

"So tell me, Miss Hawthorne. Who was Melissa Foster, really?" he asks as he leans across the table separating them. His voice is amiable, smooth. This is the third time they've met here, the lawyer and the murderess. It's almost comfortable now. Routine. His mug of coffee, her cup of tea, the quiet hum of the cafeteria a backdrop for their ( Read more... )

It's a peaceful morning in the Armando household, the family a little subdued thanks to the recent flu outbreak. Diego is standing at the counter, brewing a cup of coffee despite his drone wife's constant pleas for him to stop and let her do it for him ("Honey, I can do that! You don't need to brew your own coffee!" "I wouldn't let anyone else ( Read more... )

( The following conversation takes place after the events in Diego's sample post: )