IC Voicemail

[everysecond]

...Wait so I'm supposed to do what with this?

I guess I leave a message.

Hey, this is Rileyable Riley. Leave a message.

So does that work?




[ooc: Leave a message for her!]

Comments

[everysecond]

Actually, I'm a genius. You simply haven't recognized the fact yet.

[Flopping down in the chair next to her, she grins and nudges her with her foot.]

Come on. You know you want to see if I'm right.

[tonsofpun]

... fine.

You get one shot. And you can't tell anybody about it, got it?

[everysecond]

[Hands in the air.]

Yes! We are so doing this soon!

[She's not even found a joy in shopping but she will find one just to get Ellie in the outfit she's picturing.]

[tonsofpun]

[Ellie tries not to encourage her, but she can't help but smile. Riley can get her to do anything, it seems like.]

Any chance we can find one that covers my arms?

[everysecond]

Hey, I'm keeping my gloves so you're keeping the long sleeves. End of story.

[tonsofpun]

Cool.

[It does get her to smile, and she leans against the table.]

So we've got a list now. Camera and clothes. And training.

[everysecond]

Sounds like a decent list to me. It's a lot to cover. Of course, I'll get more added for us soon enough.

[Because she's Riley and that's what she does.]

[tonsofpun]

I'm fine with that. Still got work and school, though-

[Ellie stretches, arms above her head, until her back pops. Ugh.]

What about you? Are you gonna go to school?

[everysecond]

I don't know. I might have pissed off the head so he probably doesn't want me there.

[She shrugs because whatever. He can kiss her ass.]

I've got a job at night a couple times a week though.

[tonsofpun]

Teach is pissed at everybody, all the time. Don't worry about him.

[He's also their neighbor. Cheers.]

-really? Already?

[everysecond]

I'm not. If he gets too pissy he can kiss my ass.

[There. That's out in the open.]

And yeah. Got one a couple days after I showed up. Pays well too.

[tonsofpun]

-what are you doing? Not anything shady, right?

[everysecond]

I'm making drugs to sell on the black market. Hard core stuff.

[tonsofpun]

Oh, good. You can start helping me buy groceries.

[everysecond]

Already? You want me to be responsible?

[tonsofpun]

Somebody's got to.

[Though in this house, it tends to be Joel. He apparently never grew out of the 'dad' thing.]

[everysecond]

I'm thinking of buying my own bacon and cooking it up. Just to see what Cyborg Man does.

[tonsofpun]

Now that's just mean.

[everysecond]

But hilarious when he roars only to find out I obeyed his rule about not touching his bacon.

[tonsofpun]

What is it about guys and bacon? We ran into this group of Hunters who were going on and on and on about finding some cans of it.

[everysecond]

I'm not going to believe it's that great until I have some for myself. Seriously.

[tonsofpun]

... okay. It's pretty awesome. But have Joel fry it up for you, he makes it the best.

[everysecond]

[She thinks about that a bit. Buy bacon, make him cook it, learn what he does, cook it just like that. Okay, she could get behind that. Especially if it means messing with him by cooking up some of her own at some point.

Okay, it's decided.]

Got it. I'll have him fry it.

[tonsofpun]

And I heard somebody talking about it with maple syrup.

Seems kind of weird, but I'd give it a shot.

[everysecond]

People like weird things around here.

Buuuut I can get behind most of them because they taste awesome.