EIGHT // Doctor, doctor, give me the news.

[wavewalker]

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!))

Comments

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

[Her nose wrinkles again as her ears flick toward him, unconsciously leaning forward to peer at the papers in his hand like the nosey snoop that she is. Then she sits back with a whuff and looking rather sheepish.]

Notes, right. Got it.

[wavewalker]

I have you covered, my friend.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

[She laughs, her tail thumping against the couch cushions.]

I'm glad somebody does, at least!

[wavewalker]

It will be nice to be able to speak with you again. I've never cared for writing much.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Bah, it's good exercise.

[She wiggles her fingers at him, which look more like paws now that she's obtained her thick winter fur.]

Either that or literacy is catching like some eeeeeeeevil diseaaaaaaase~! Watch out, Ian. You might come down with a horrible case of the bookworms.

[wavewalker]

[ Ian puts on a look of mock terror, mouthing "OH NOOOOOOO" ]

Isn't that fatal??

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Yes. You'll probably end up contracting geekishness, which I am sorry to say...

[She takes a deep breath, looking very somber.]]

Is terminal.

[wavewalker]

[ He can't really keep a straight face anymore, which makes his note rather contradictory ]

Mika, you've doomed me!

[phone]

[justiceis-hard.livejournal.com]

... Give me just a moment.

[phone]

[wavewalker]

You're a healer, I take it?

[justiceis-hard.livejournal.com]

I am. I... may have seen to this woman before, actually.

[wavewalker]

... Well then. Perhaps it's best since you're familiar with her.

[justiceis-hard.livejournal.com]

I'll certainly try. Just give me a few minutes.

[wavewalker]

Of course. Take your time.

[justiceis-hard.livejournal.com]

[BUT HE WON'T TAKE TOO MUCH TIME...]

[Once he hangs up, he sets right out.]

[phone]

[inhibits.livejournal.com]

Hit by lightning? That's really unlucky. Did you see it?

[phone]

[wavewalker]

I didn't, actually. I only learned of it from Mika after the fact.

[phone]

[inhibits.livejournal.com]

Oh.

That's a waste. [ And she does sound disappointed! ]

[phone]

[wavewalker]

... [ For his own part, Ian sounds rather deadpan ] Well, the next time someone starts throwing around lightning bolts, I'll give you a call.

[phone]

[inhibits.livejournal.com]

Will you really? I don't like to be let down.

[phone]

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

[Sadly her thick sarcasm is probably lost on Parsee as she steals the phone from Ian to interject.]

Actually, if you want to see it that badly, the key is to follow Black Mage around like a hawk. He's bound to start slinging lightning around at some point. I think it's a compulsion.

[phone]

[inhibits.livejournal.com]

Only a fool would follow someone like that. Are you a fool? Does he do anything else?

[phone]

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

Hit by lightning? Ew.

Still need a healer? I dunno if my stuff's strong enough to treat something like that, buuuuuut it's worth a try~

[phone]

[wavewalker]

I think we may have if covered, but thank you anyway!

How are you, Miakis?

[phone]

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

Oh, good! Well, the offer still stands if you guys need anything else, at least~

Me? I'm okay, I guess. Definitely could've done without all that coal in my Christmas stocking. How about you, Ian?