[Day 15] Afternoon

[aequitastwin]

[It takes a while for Murphy to get the damn thing working so at first there's weird static sounds going back and forth on it. Finally, the voice on the radio sounds tired and worried, and has an Irish accentConnor

Comments

[hurricanebomber]

Catholic?

[aequitastwin]

Aye. What else? [said in an amused voice]

[hurricanebomber]

Good point.

[Well, okay. He can try to be helpful if it's a fellow-Catholic.]

Your friend might not be here. It seems like most of us are on our own.

[aequitastwin]

[pause, sighs] He's my brother.

[limitedrun]

No, no fucking Irish guys with tattoos.

[An Irishman? Around here? Griffin's torn between some sort of vague patriotic notion to loathe this man (nevermind that Griffin himself is partially Irish) and just relief that there's finally something else who will understand when he says things like "taking the piss" and "jog on, wanker."]

[aequitastwin]

Fuck...

[limitedrun]

You didn't just get here, did you?

[aequitastwin]

Something like that.