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[cigarbribery]

"foggy nelson speaking! unfortunately i can't come to the phone right now, so leave a message after the beep instead and i'll get back to you asap."
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10/01

[morethan084]

Continued from here.

[It takes her about half an hour or so to make it to the bar Foggy had recommended and judging by her apperance it was pretty obvious she had rolled out of bed and threw on the first clothes she could reach. Some of it might not be clean.

Spotting him sitting at the bar, Daisy walks over and takes a seat next to him.]

Hey. You start without me?

[cigarbribery]

[Unlike Daisy, Foggy'd been up anyway, and thus he looks slightly nicer than she does—sure, he's wearing clothes clearly bought from a secondhand store and altered somewhat to fit him better, but he looks okay. He's even pouring out a shot for himself.]

I was just about to, sorry. [He pours out a shot for himself, then another for her. Time to get thoroughly smashed.] Welcome to the pity party, we drink and feel sorry for ourselves.

[morethan084]

[Did he seriously buy that whole bottle? Or did he really have a hook up with the bartender here? Either way she wasn't complaining.

Taking the shot from him, Daisy was about to lift it when he spoke up again.]

So basically like what I do every night by myself? Cool.

[She's not completely serious. Raising her glass she waited for him to do the same before downing it.

Holy shit. That tastes awful.]

What the hell is that?

[Text] Backdated like crazy to September

[stretchy_girl]

Hey I think I'm your date?

[Text]

[cigarbribery]

Hi! Yeah, probably, I was trying to contact you but I couldn't find your number.

I'm Foggy, by the way.

Re: [Text]

[stretchy_girl]

Yeah, totally my fault.

I'm Annabelle.

So um how do we do this, would you like me to send you a picture of me or something before we meet?

text; post-event, pre-christmas

[socialactivillain]

Hey Foggy, I was wondering if you have any plans for Christmas?
Some friends from home (and other versions of home) are getting together at the Frisky Nickel in Heropa
I know it's been awhile, what with... everything that's been happening lately.
But if you want, maybe you could be my +1?

[cigarbribery]

My Christmas plans are basically "watch Christmas specials and eat fruitcake" so.

Of course! If no one there minds me dropping in. I promise I'll bring plenty of fruitcake and bagels. [He's gotta make himself look good for Piper's friends, you know.]

[socialactivillain]

No, no one will mind. It's kind of a casual, open invitation sort of thing.
And by all means, bring whatever you'd like.
So far the menu consists of cookies and whatever James has on the bar snacks menu right now, which can be kind of a gamble sometimes.

[ He forwards him the barcade's address. ]

[text]

[pop_of_color]

[Rosa sends over a pic.]



i fucking hate lawyers and shit but whatever

[text]

[cigarbribery]

I live right next door! Hell yeah I'm coming by.

I knew you liked me.

[pop_of_color]

don't get ahead of yourself

it's a fucking party invite, not a proposal

voice; EYYyyyyyy

[reek]

I’ve been home. To Westeros.

[ The voice that comes through is hoarse and raw and quiet, like it hasn’t been used properly in ages. It’s nothing like the bold and confident voice of Theon Greyjoy, but like a man who’s been beaten down and had the life drained out of him.

That’s basically what happened. ]

When I return, you'll likely not recognize me. I am not an intruder.

[cigarbribery]

[Oh, hey, it's Theon! Foggy's been worried, he's glad Theon's calling him to let him know he's back—but concerned, as well. He doesn't sound okay. Foggy grabs his coat, yanks it on, head whirling with worries.]

Welcome back, where are you? I can come get you right now, the new roommate's out. [As an afterthought, he grabs a muffin he'd been saving for his lunch. He can always buy another muffin anyway.] Hope you're not allergic to blueberry, man.

[reek]

Nonah.

[ When he’d returned, he’d called D33 first, one of the few people who knew what he’d anticipated returning home to. D33 offered him refuge in the farmhouse there, which Theon had accepted for a few days. It was better hidden, but he doesn't feel right staying for much longer.

He doesn’t know if he’s allergic to blueberries. It doesn’t seem worth his energy to respond to that bit, and every word seems to drain his energy just a little bit further. There's a painful silence on the other end which is...very unlike Theon, let's be honest. ]

I need to know if you've seen someone. If someone's arrived.

1/23

[fauxmarth]

Hello Foggy,
Please forgive me for my delay in contacting you.
Are you safe? Are you still here?
A simple response is fine enough, should you be busy.
Until then,
Lucina

sent like two days later

[cigarbribery]

Lucina,

I'm okay.

Sorry if I worried you, I got turned into a tree and I'm only just now recovering from it. I still have a couple flowers growing from my head.

Are you okay?

[fauxmarth]

I'm so sorry, Foggy.
Had I been swifter in my encounter, perhaps I could've stopped it. I'm sorry you had to suffer so.
I'm relieved to hear you are recovering. I hope you never have to endure such a thing again.

AUDIO.

[contradict]

Franklin. It's Elektra. [ natchios, you know. your best friend is elektra's bitch. ] I wanted to hire the best lawyer in town to assist me in a business purchase. Call me back, if you aren't awfully busy.

[cigarbribery]

[He can't argue with that, he was there for the Great Moping.]

Last I checked, you're not my mom. [Somewhere in the background is the sound of a busy restaurant—Foggy's taking this call while he's standing in line to order, it seems.] But sure, I'm not busy. Want me to look a few things over for you, or...?

[contradict]

[ why is this a common quip elektra earns herself? hmm ]

[ either way, elektra smiles. ]

I'm potentially acquiring myself a new asset. I wanted to ensure everything was properly handed over. Deeds. Keys. Windows properly intact without even a hairline crack.

[ "acquiring" she says, when she really means she bullied someone with physical force to hand something over. ]

I'll pay you, and it won't be with just pie.

text

[shadowglitter]

foggy
foggy
foggy
foggy

Do lawyers have the confidentiality thing that doctors do?

text

[cigarbribery]

Yeah, it's called client-attorney privilege. I'm legally not allowed to divulge anything you tell me in confidence.

What's up?

text

[shadowglitter]

Okay, so.

So, okay, I've committed a murder.

Voicemail - Pretend this was sent two weeks earlier

[governorkang]

I am having a small cookout at my house on July 29th. I have the meat covered, but feel free to bring any side dishes or desserts that you want, and while beer will also be provided, I'll never say no to more alcohol. 3pm, at [insert address in Heropa].