captain's log → 02 → [voice]
[ The Tone clicks on and a rather irate Chicago Italian accent floats through. Which is odd, considering Jim's an Iowa farm boy. Seems he'd wandered away from the party, but was close enough to get caught in the blast. Which means he woke up in an alley way and is all kinds of confused and frustrated.
Oh, yeah. Did I mention he's now acting like a Chicago mobster? ]
Whoo-ee. 'At was one helluva party. Think I must'a got a little bent, though. I ain't no where near that juice joint and I don't know from nothin' from where the hell I am. Don't remember much either, 'cept for that doll at the bar. She'd really been puttin' on the Ritz, lookin' like Sheba.
[ He wolf whistles and there's the sound of him standing up and looking around. ]
Whatever piker dumped me in this god-forsaken back alley and made me like this is gonna get taken for a ride, if ya know what I mean. Somebody better be watchin' their back, cause this I'm the real McCoy.
... And I sound like a futzing palooka. Whoever was sap enough to pull this thing off better un-pull it and quick.
[ooc: my 20s slang is a bit rusty, so forgive any mistakes. sdlkfj.]
Oh, yeah. Did I mention he's now acting like a Chicago mobster? ]
Whoo-ee. 'At was one helluva party. Think I must'a got a little bent, though. I ain't no where near that juice joint and I don't know from nothin' from where the hell I am. Don't remember much either, 'cept for that doll at the bar. She'd really been puttin' on the Ritz, lookin' like Sheba.
[ He wolf whistles and there's the sound of him standing up and looking around. ]
Whatever piker dumped me in this god-forsaken back alley and made me like this is gonna get taken for a ride, if ya know what I mean. Somebody better be watchin' their back, cause this I'm the real McCoy.
... And I sound like a futzing palooka. Whoever was sap enough to pull this thing off better un-pull it and quick.
[ooc: my 20s slang is a bit rusty, so forgive any mistakes. sdlkfj.]