○ 015 Transmission

[helljumped]

[Rookie may have realized a few bottles too lately that there was something wrong with his water. Even now as he moved to grip the nearest piece of furniture in his room, only to miss and fall down on to the floor in a clattering heap of metal and shameless giggling, did he come to the murky conclusion that he was somehow drunk

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[entailing]

[very, very loudly:]

Help? I can do help. Who needs this? HOW CAN I HELP YOU?

[she...may be overcompensating...]

[helljumped]

[Rookie chuckles.] Dun'think I need that much help, miss.

[And although that voice - loud as it was - did prove to stick out as familiar to him, he was having a really tough time trying to pinpoint where it was he's heard it before.

So he'll settle with moving closer towards the journal with a big, goofy smile in hopes of that jogging his memory.]

But I like your enthu - enthusi - [nope, not working.] - energy.

[entailing]

[doesn't even care who is on the other end. Ask for help, she's going to give it. THIS CALLS FOR A HERO WHEN NONE ARE STEPPING UP (probably because they've passed out)]

Need that in my line of work! [if the journal could transcribe her state now, it would be glittering with bright blue] So! What is it calling for this...ehm...distress call?

[helljumped]

[BEST HERO EVER.

Rookie's just going to give a pause though, before making one more attempt to sit up. Which, of course, only ends up with him failing miserably and laughing some more.]

Not really in distress, ma'a - miss? Ma'am. [... Ok, not important.] Just can't get up.

This calls for some action

[demontobeloved]

[Have a disgruntled demon!Whitelighter orbing in]

God, can no-one in this castle do things for themselves? [He mutters, clearly sober

He eyes the giggling heap that is Rookie.]

What's wrong?

All the action!

[helljumped]

[Second Rookie sees that light, Cole's getting an uncoordinated wave from the soldier still grinning like a kid on the floor.] Hey, Cole.

Nothin'swrong. Just can't get up.

[demontobeloved]

Are you drunk?!

[Cole walks over and hunches down by Rook's side.]

[helljumped]

Yeah. [He gives an expressive flail of his arms up in some sort of 'fawk if I know why' gesture, before they fall back down at his sides.] Dunno how, though. Didn't touch a single drink all day.

[And he knows he has better endurance than this, but he also didn't realize his drinks were any different.]

dictated;

[emit]

Rook, you okay?

[helljumped]

Depends on what you mean by okay.

[Since he's on the floor, but apparently ridiculously happy about it. Okay, well, not the floor part. Just where he pretty much has no coordination at all and can't seem to stop laughing because of it.]

1/2

[emit]

What exact-- [wait]

[emit]

I forgot what time of year it was. No one told you about it, did they?