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− | | summary = Franklyn gets a phone call from an unknown number; turns out it's an | + | | summary = Franklyn gets a phone call from an unknown number; turns out it's an just another of a day in the life of C.B. |
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− | {{tab}}{{tab}}<Font color=#f9e79f> "Oh, Ceebabes..." Hear that - that is the sound of pain: painful, painful, painful sympathy. Franklyn takes in a deep breath, then speaks very softly, clearly, but quickly: "Etsy - is she like, using your types of magic? What did she say her next step was?" Franklyn wants an -answer-, damnit. Then she's trying to steer C.B. along, "I do understand - I understand; but let's go back a step: last time, what tools did you use to, like, coax John back to being quiet, eh? Because I /know/ you can be sensible, | + | {{tab}}{{tab}}<Font color=#f9e79f> "Oh, Ceebabes..." Hear that - that is the sound of pain: painful, painful, painful sympathy. Franklyn takes in a deep breath, then speaks very softly, clearly, but quickly: "Etsy - is she like, using your types of magic? What did she say her next step was?" Franklyn wants an -answer-, damnit. Then she's trying to steer C.B. along, "I do understand - I understand; but let's go back a step: last time, what tools did you use to, like, coax John back to being quiet, eh? Because I /know/ you can be sensible, Ceebabes: let's focus on what you can do in this -moment-, yeah? Not think about before. Let's think about right now. What do you want to happen next?" |
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− | {{tab}}{{tab}}<Font color=#f9e79f> There is a pause, once C.B. explains Etsy's plan: "Okay." Really, that's all she's gonna say? Not | + | {{tab}}{{tab}}<Font color=#f9e79f> There is a pause, once C.B. explains Etsy's plan: "Okay." Really, that's all she's gonna say? Not quite. "I'm sensing a tone of doubt in your voice. Do you want to share what you dunno about?... Because... I'm not sure if like, more magic is the best idea -- if you're feeling like you are, right now?" Franky is flying blind - but oh, oh how she tries. On to the John issue: "I know babes, it's not your fault - sometimes things are mean, and it's just something we need to like, power on through. Okay. Where are you, is there a record player? Can you like... Tell me where you are, maybe?" A beat. "If there's not a record player, if you're using a proper smartphone, I can talk you through how to get the record to play, okay? But you need to tell me where you are; or arrange a place to meet, okay?" |
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− | {{tab}}{{tab}}<Font color=#f9e79f> C.B. can't share his coordinates? "...Have Etsy help you out." Oh. My. God. Know how Franklyn's got that whole 'stage school/highly trained vocal impression' thing going on? Well she's just utilised it to say those five words in the iciest way possible. Seriously. Like a fucking Siberian labour camp couldn't be chillier than her tone there. Thankfully? It is brief. A deep breath, and her next words are, ahem, warmer. "Can you send me a message when you can be there? I have to... I have to go do something first. I just got back from a hike. I'm feeling very..." FRANKY. This isn't /about/ you. Deep breath. C.B. is laughing, and Franklyn? Bless her, she's making a tiny chirp of amusement, in spite of herself. "Isn't it? Tiny delights, man. Okay." Serious tone again. "If you click on the white rectangle to the left of the tiny magnifying glass, you can search for... Any song you need. Almost. Just don't click on the | + | {{tab}}{{tab}}<Font color=#f9e79f> C.B. can't share his coordinates? "...Have Etsy help you out." Oh. My. God. Know how Franklyn's got that whole 'stage school/highly trained vocal impression' thing going on? Well she's just utilised it to say those five words in the iciest way possible. Seriously. Like a fucking Siberian labour camp couldn't be chillier than her tone there. Thankfully? It is brief. A deep breath, and her next words are, ahem, warmer. "Can you send me a message when you can be there? I have to... I have to go do something first. I just got back from a hike. I'm feeling very..." FRANKY. This isn't /about/ you. Deep breath. C.B. is laughing, and Franklyn? Bless her, she's making a tiny chirp of amusement, in spite of herself. "Isn't it? Tiny delights, man. Okay." Serious tone again. "If you click on the white rectangle to the left of the tiny magnifying glass, you can search for... Any song you need. Almost. Just don't click on the ads." Yeah. Franky's already going too fast. A beat. "You're safe, right?" |
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− | {{tab}}{{tab}}<Font color=#f9e79f> "Don't try. Do." What is this, fucking Jedi training? Franklyn is oblivious to that. Franklyn is trying to be all like, not freaking out. Because ya girl? Ya girl has been getting progressively more paranoid since... Well for a while now. | + | {{tab}}{{tab}}<Font color=#f9e79f> "Don't try. Do." What is this, fucking Jedi training? Franklyn is oblivious to that. Franklyn is trying to be all like, not freaking out. Because ya girl? Ya girl has been getting progressively more paranoid since... Well for a while now. Days. Weeks. Months? It may be coming to a head. Who knows. "I'm cool -- how the fuck could I be anything else?" Her eye-roll is practically audible, then Franky clears her throat. "Good. Listen to the music; and turn the brightness down on the screen, the battery will last longer." Again. That's intermediate smartphone use, Franky -- C.B's at Baby Boomer Beginner, if even. "Don't tell me what to do. I'll see you when I see you -- I..." A beat. "Good luck." And then a pause as if for a reply, and then... Frank's done. Click. |
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