wavewalker: (where Tragedy goes)
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... ) ]

((ooc; Green font is Mika. She will likely be threadjacking!))
wavewalker: (and that's how Anwell does his hair!)
[ There's a chuckle ]

Well, I don't know about the rest of you, but I got a ship and a whole crew of pirates for Christmas.

((ooc; Will likely be slow tomorrow due to holiday. I don't mind backtagging if you don't, though!))
wavewalker: (don't make me hit you)
There's a tree in the house. Why is there a tree in the house?

Some sort of holiday, I assume, but I'm pretty certain that none of the holidays of this world are like the holidays of my own. I've tried my hardest to figure out what this particular one means, based on the decorations alone, but so far my best guess is that we're to give gifts to some kind of... tree spirit. Why else leave gifts beneath a tree, right?

Mm, I doubt that's the case, though.

Could someone explain what's really going on? Please?
wavewalker: (where Tragedy goes)
Let's see, we've been locked in, with no way to get out of the house- and believe me, I've tried- and someone is shoving food beneath our proverbial doors. This place is suddenly feeling more like a prison than it was yesterday. I hope this isn't the new norm.

[ background noise would suggest he's moving- heading for the front door where the turkeys lay ]

I'm hearing a lot of commotion- something to do with the turkeys. Has anyone run across one that doesn't try to kill you in any way, shape, or form?

[ suddenly! an ear-splitting shriek, and a clatter as the phone hits the floor ]

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