IC ➛ Voicemail

[intendance]

[The voice that comes on is very bright and cheerful.]

I suppose you can leave me a message here! So feel freeeee!

[morgan that is not how you do this, morgan--

Click!]

[ Action: Apt. 14.3 | Voice | Video ]

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[intendance]

[YOU INCITED WAR like maribelles across enemy lines

But she's squirming, because SHE'S GETTING POKED and also it tickles a little and clinging to his collar to not fall off (hopefully it's not choking you, twinny twin) and laughing really really hard.]

Pfffhahahahaha! I-- I can't breathe--!

[This is all too much effort after just dying, and yet she's feeling so much better because of it.]

[memlost]

[ It's so confusing and awkward to have her scrambling around like that, and now he's laughing harder because she's laughing harder, and this is a terrible cycle of neverending hilarity. He would be doubled over if he had the luxury; instead, he sinks to ground slowly, laughing so hard that he's starting to cry. ]

[intendance]

[And as he sinks towards the ground, she tumbles off of him, finally losing her grip. Thankfully, they're close enough to the ground that despite the thump she hits the ground with, she's not hurt at all.

Instead she stares at the ceiling and wheezes.]

...Haaa... oh, are we here?

[Just...wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, no big.]

[memlost]

[ He gives up on being on limbs and lies on his stomach until he gets the giggles out of his system. Eventually, he recovers with a long and happy sigh. ]

Phew... we're here! Let me get the door.

[ He pushes himself up and to Noire's room, cracking it open slowly in case she somehow slept through all the ruckus. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ HAHAHAHAHAHA no who do you think she is--

Noire is, in fact, still in the process of trying to sit up without wincing, and looking rather alarmed. ]

W-what happened? Are you all right? I thought I heard a thump--

[intendance]

[Morgan's still just flopped on the floor, staring at the ceiling and giggling a little to herself.

So.

There's that.]

[memlost]

Everything's under control! No need to get up.

[ He trots back and looks thoughtfully at Morgan lying on the floor before bending to pick her up under the arms and drag her sad corpse the rest of the way into Noire's room. ]

[bloodandblunder]

But you're... dragging...

[ what is going on. ]

[intendance]

[...well. If he's going to drag her, she's not going to bother to try to stand.]

Heya, Noire! I hear you died again.

It's okay, I did too. We're death buddies this time around!

[memlost]

[ She's on full-fledged resting duty!! ... Pretend that he wasn't just agitating her a minute ago. He drags her allll the way to Noire's bed and sets her there against it. By way of most minimal explanation to Noire: ]

She had a minor tumble just now, but I've got an inkling that she'll live.

[bloodandblunder]

Let's try not to do it again anytime soon. [ It'll take some effort, but she'll sit up properly, doing her best to scoot off the bed. ] Um, but thank you for bringing her here.

[intendance]

[And Morgan's...not even going to put in the effort. Mostly because she doesn't feel it's necessary around Morgan and Noire.]

That sounds like a very good plan to me. I mean, it was just such a waste! So let's definitely not do that again.

[mmhmmm]

Oh, right--thanks for bringing me here too, Morgan!

[memlost]

[ He watches Noire scoot. She better not be pushing herself!! ]

No problem. I'm just happy to see you both alive again! I'll be your personal nurse today, so if you need snacks prepared or rides out of bed, I'll be right here for you!

[bloodandblunder]

[ Only a little!! ]

... Isn't that a lot to ask of you?

[intendance]

[And in complete contrast--]

Sounds great! Thaaaanks, Morgan! You're the best!

[memlost]

Ha ha ha. [ You silly geese. ] You both have five days' worth of time to make up with me! So we may as well start now.

[ He shoos Morgan up onto a bed. Noire's bed, the disembodied voice's bed, Oz's bed, any bed!! ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Well, if it's Noire's, she supposes she can stay there with her. ]

Um, but-- I know I'm behind on archery lessons--

[ And here he is fussing over them!! ]

[intendance]

[no no wait now she's curious.]

Hmmm? Archery lessons?

[memlost]

[ noire what itinerary is there to even be behind on ]

Mm-hm. Noire's been teaching me. Did you wanna learn how to... um, arch too?

[ ... He has no idea what the actual verb for archery is. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ hush now. ]

It's called shooting...

[intendance]

[ARCHERY??? she didn't know that Noire was teaching her other self archery..]

That's so neat! [uwahhh] I'd love to come!

[and possibly watch if it looks like too much work.]

Then I can see Noire at her finest!

the right canon for timeline troubles

[memlost]

[ You learn something new everyday...! ]

Great! And you're right, being able to stand still and watch Noire do her thing really lets you take in how good she is!

[ noire and her retinue of appreciative morgans ]

[bloodandblunder]

I-I don't mind teaching you, but it's really not that impressive...

[intendance]

[this is why noire needs her retinue of appreciative morgans.]

Don't be silly, Noire! You're always impressive!

Soooo as soon as we can stand up again properly, I'll look forward to that! Did you come up with this, Morgan?

[memlost]

[ 2 vs. 1 in favor of Noire being impressive, tough luck Noire ]

Yep. It was on a whim, but I'm glad we stuck to it! We were debating who had more arm strength, I think. I argued that archers have steel arms by definition.