155 Near Disasters

[cal_sitter]

Voice Post

The City appears to be enjoying an encore of it's establi--

[Light thunk and rattle, the sounds of a table shoved hard against a wall, as if someone's weight was suddenly caught against it. Niko sounds strained when he resumes speaking.]

All Friday classes are canceled.

[OOC: Bruises scrapes, and I believe Cal described it as carved

Comments

voice;

[blackeyedskank]

Having a little trouble, cub scout?

voice;

[blackeyedskank]

My real estate is on the line here.

voice;

[cal_sitter]

From a meal to property. That's hardly encouraging.

voice;

[blackeyedskank]

I hope you don't think I'm talking about you.

voice;

[cal_sitter]

Dean claims I'm delirious. Humor me.

voice;

[blackeyedskank]

I was talking about Dean.

voice;

[cal_sitter]

Which one of us do you not want to die?

voice;

[blackeyedskank]

Neither.

voice;

[cal_sitter]

I thought so.

voice;

[blackeyedskank]

Fuck you.

voice;

[cal_sitter]

Language.

voice;

[blackeyedskank]

Fuck you in the ass with a rusty tire iron.

voice;

[cal_sitter]

Not today.

voice;

[blackeyedskank]

Does that mean you'll be available tomorrow?

voice;

[cal_sitter]

Knowing the City's patterns, that's unlikely.

voice;

[blackeyedskank]

Then you're making up for it today.