Twenty-first Scale {Audio.}

[salsaconjere]

"I'm alright."

[Unable to fully express his leave of absence into a speech leaves the fish staring at his communicator for hours. Finally, the click comes on and a calm voice mutters, "I'm alright". Not that he assumed anyone cared, to be honest. Hell he doesn't even care, but Jeremiah understands the need to explain his leave. A breath can be heard

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[rdmcatpaw]

Did you enjoy your stay on the Isle?

[salsaconjere]

...You could say that, yes.

[rdmcatpaw]

Then you didn't.

[salsaconjere]

[Obvious pause.]
What made you come to that conclusion?

[chopshopgoddess]

There you are. I thought you'd poofed, too.

[salsaconjere]

I let myself go. Needed to become healthier, couldn't,..
Couldn't do that while around everyone.

[chopshopgoddess]

Yeah...I understand that.

[Does she ever.]

[salsaconjere]

[Jeremiah has to squint at his communicator to see if that was sarcasm. Hurr.]

I'm alive and well, though. Around again.

[thenotmagician]

Well good.

[salsaconjere]

Quite. How's the woman?

[thenotmagician]

[Woman? What woman? What'chu talkin' 'bout Willis?]

Great.

[salsaconjere]

[Alright.
He can't help it. Jeremiah will smirk from his little side of the world.]

I haven't died recently, means you haven't either. Locked yourself up, have you?