poly_chromatic | night 001 ✟ audio/video

( there is some quiet fumbling for a good couple moments before the video feed clicks on to reveal the bewildered face of Ticky Mikk who is currently using the screen of the communication device like a mirror. it's definitely one of the more shoddy mirrors he's ever possessed. )

. . .The City. Seriously? Is this some sort of joke? Who would call it such a thing? ( no, no, don't answer that. that was rhetorical. still, he takes a moment to glance around to check out his surroundings. nope, still in some freaky city and definitely where he was Supposed To Be. just like all the previous times. still here, still here. yeah, shit. )

Is this thing on? ( he taps the screen twice with his forefinger, hoping that the instructions he had been given were correct. no time like the present to test it out. it was certainly kind of that skittish gentleman to give him a couple of pointers. )

Oh man— ( he groans to himself. how did a thing like this happen, he wonders irritatedly. he was really quite in the middle of something. ) Shut up. I'm not laughing.

( there's a soft pause before he sighs, considering what to do in the meanwhile.

then he smiles dangerously. )

Yeah, looks like I've got no choice but to bite. It appears that I have suddenly have some free time.

So, tell me, where can a man get a decent pack of cigarettes?

(( ooc: sorry for the brief disappearance! ))

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Welcome back, Mr. Mick. Felt your ears burning?

Not yet. I'd suggest you speak up.

( there's a considerable pause as he glances down at the device, pondering for a moment. )

I don't believe we've met, my good sir, or has word of me already reached this far?

Edited (APPARENTLY NERVOUSNESS IS OVERRIDING ABILITY TO WRITE) 2012-07-17 05:43 (UTC)

You've been here several times before. Not unusual to return minus memories of the previous stay(s).

(Private)

I'm Luke Valentine, friend of the Noah family - a number of which, counting yourself of course, were in this world at various times in the past. Road was the very last to leave.

Sadly, you're the only one here at the moment. Fortunately there are no exorcists present.

I'm currently out of the City and Underground on business. In the meantime, please make yourself at home [downloads directions to Oh Aces]. I own the hotel, there won't be any charge for your stay.

We'll converse more tomorrow when I get topside.

(OOC - I have to get to bed. Nite!)

Edited 2012-07-17 06:07 (UTC)

( . . . )

( that's a lot of info at once and a whole fuck load of suspicious.

been here several times before? forgotten them all? sounds more like a convenient lie than anything, but he's willing to allow for some suspension of disbelief considering his location and the fact that's already tried to escape and it's not at all worked. so, there might be a pinch of merit, but maybe only a pinch.

this guy also seems to know a lot. broker? enemy? hmm. either way, it'll be fun finding out. )

My, my. It certainly looks like you're a friend indeed, Mister Luke Valentine.

We certainly must have been a touch familiar the last time—times, perhaps—that I was here.

I'll take you up on that generous offer of yours. You won't mind humouring my curiosity when you arrive, now will you?