EIGHT // Doctor, doctor, give me the news.
A: PHONE: UNFILTERED
I have a request to make, and I'm not really one for preamble, so let me get to it: A friend of mine requires the services of a healer. Her name is Mika.
Her eardrums have taken extensive damage thanks to a lightning strike, leaving her unable to hear, which is why you'll find me on the other end of this conversation in her stead. If you require payment for your services, we are, of course, willing to negotiate.
I will warn you the the damage is old, and may be difficult to repair, but I'm no healer, so I couldn't really say.
You can find us at 339 Brady Lane.
B: ACTION: 339 BRADY LANE
[ And, true to his word, that is where he and one Mika Whitepaws can be found. They're in the living room, she on the couch and he standing near the phone, tail swaying easily. He has a notepad in one hand, on which he jots: ]
All that's left to do is wait.
[ Before handing it to Mika for her to read. ]
[ Mika glanced it over, her tail twitching and her nose wrinkling as she peers up at Ian through a thick growth of winter coat. ]
You made sure to say it's my eardrums that are busted, right? And that I'll have to pay them in something other than money?
[ She was sure Ian would have covered that, but the way her memory was working right now, she could never tell. ]
[ Ian sighs and nods, waving around a leaf of paper- he took notes, Mika. ]
((ooc; Green font is Mika. She will likely be threadjacking!))
I have a request to make, and I'm not really one for preamble, so let me get to it: A friend of mine requires the services of a healer. Her name is Mika.
Her eardrums have taken extensive damage thanks to a lightning strike, leaving her unable to hear, which is why you'll find me on the other end of this conversation in her stead. If you require payment for your services, we are, of course, willing to negotiate.
I will warn you the the damage is old, and may be difficult to repair, but I'm no healer, so I couldn't really say.
You can find us at 339 Brady Lane.
B: ACTION: 339 BRADY LANE
[ And, true to his word, that is where he and one Mika Whitepaws can be found. They're in the living room, she on the couch and he standing near the phone, tail swaying easily. He has a notepad in one hand, on which he jots: ]
All that's left to do is wait.
[ Before handing it to Mika for her to read. ]
[ Mika glanced it over, her tail twitching and her nose wrinkling as she peers up at Ian through a thick growth of winter coat. ]
You made sure to say it's my eardrums that are busted, right? And that I'll have to pay them in something other than money?
[ She was sure Ian would have covered that, but the way her memory was working right now, she could never tell. ]
[ Ian sighs and nods, waving around a leaf of paper- he took notes, Mika. ]
((ooc; Green font is Mika. She will likely be threadjacking!))