002 // Voice
[ Someone is yelling at the very edge of the communicator's pickup range. The voice is annoyed, male, tenor, and has the slightest Queens accent, to those who'd be able to pick up on such a thing. ]
COULDN'T HAVE WAITED FIVE MINUTES FOR ME TO PUT ON PANTS, COULD YOU? NOOOOO, THAT'D MAKE LIFE TOO EASY, AND WE COULDN'T HAVE THAT, NOW COULD WE? WEATHER-APPROPRIATE CLOTHING, WHERE'S THE FUN IN THAT, RIGHT?
[ The shouting trails off into mostly-inaudible swearing. Then a pause, and some rustling/clicking sounds. The voice speaks again, at a normal conversational tone but properly into the mic this time. It's more nasal somehow, the Queens twang much stronger -- one might even say exaggerated. ]
So unless the date on my phone is off, which is entirely possible given my current string of luck, I've lost a couple weeks since I stepped out of the shower. Anyone want to fill me in on the latest in City doings? If Gobby's gotten out of the psych ward already I'm gonna have a hissy fit right here and now, so consider yourselves warned.
Also, someone remind me to invest in larger bath towels next time I get paid.
[ Locked to Daredevil, Luke Cage, Iron Fist, Wolverine, Iron Man. ]
Don't suppose one of you could be convinced to drop by the Porter Labs with a ski mask and a pair of pants? 'Cause all I have on me is a damp towel, a communicator, and a secret identity, and Little Spidey is not liking the prospects of the trip home, if you know what I mean.
COULDN'T HAVE WAITED FIVE MINUTES FOR ME TO PUT ON PANTS, COULD YOU? NOOOOO, THAT'D MAKE LIFE TOO EASY, AND WE COULDN'T HAVE THAT, NOW COULD WE? WEATHER-APPROPRIATE CLOTHING, WHERE'S THE FUN IN THAT, RIGHT?
[ The shouting trails off into mostly-inaudible swearing. Then a pause, and some rustling/clicking sounds. The voice speaks again, at a normal conversational tone but properly into the mic this time. It's more nasal somehow, the Queens twang much stronger -- one might even say exaggerated. ]
So unless the date on my phone is off, which is entirely possible given my current string of luck, I've lost a couple weeks since I stepped out of the shower. Anyone want to fill me in on the latest in City doings? If Gobby's gotten out of the psych ward already I'm gonna have a hissy fit right here and now, so consider yourselves warned.
Also, someone remind me to invest in larger bath towels next time I get paid.
[ Locked to Daredevil, Luke Cage, Iron Fist, Wolverine, Iron Man. ]
Don't suppose one of you could be convinced to drop by the Porter Labs with a ski mask and a pair of pants? 'Cause all I have on me is a damp towel, a communicator, and a secret identity, and Little Spidey is not liking the prospects of the trip home, if you know what I mean.