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[fuckinghysterical]

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voicemail

[handsomefoil]

Hello, LB. Henry here. I'll get right to it: This might be a shot in the dark, but judging by the sheer amount of tech involved in your suit, I imagine it takes quite some skill to maintain it and unless you're its maintainer, I was curious if you had someone you knew.

[ A small pause. ]

If you are its caretaker, I was after hoping you could take a look at my cross saber. Thanks.

[fuckinghysterical]

[Oh, it's Henry! Which is enough to get her a little excited.

However, she's a little disappointed that it isn't a text message, just so she could spam emotes. But LB supposed it was only proper to respond in the same format.]

Oh, um. Eheheh... I didn't actually make my suit. That was the R&D team of my world. I know a little basic maintenance, but...

[But, pretty much the first thing she did, when arriving, was finding someone who could actually fix her suit. She wound up going through two different people, but the second was still here, as far as she knew.]

Do you need someone to repair it? Heeheehee? I, uh. I know someone who could probably fix it.

Would you like me to contact him?

[handsomefoil]

[ Awww, LB and her emotes. Anyway, he's grateful for the timely response. ]

That would be very helpful, actually, if you don't mind. I figured if you trust him enough to fix something that attaches to your body like that, he should be quite skilled.

[fuckinghysterical]

Sure! Assuming you're willing to pay for it – haha – he won't do anything without compensation.

[Granted, she paid with a shitload of information and the occasional bang – because she didn't make shit, as a mongrel.]

He's good, though. I'll, uh. I'll send him a message and see what he thinks.

[handsomefoil]

Of course I'll pay. Price isn't an issue as long as it's within reason.

[ He's an elite, after all. Now that he has one less garage to pay for, he could easily spend it for something as important as a tune-up. ]

And thank you, I appreciate it.

Voice

[corona_spinea]

So... she liked it.

[An awkward pause.]

Oh, this is Mary. Apologies.

[fuckinghysterical]

[It takes LB a few seconds to make sense of this message (and really, with her skill in voices, she didn't need Mary to introduce herself), but once she remembers their last meeting, it all comes back to her.]

I know who you are, silly. Heeheehee!

I'm glad to hear it, though. I'd question her taste if she didn't at least appreciate the thought.

[corona_spinea]

[Mary just wanted to make sure! It's polite to introduce oneself over the phone.]

She was really surprised by it. I'm inclined to think she'd never been given jewelry by a-- well, I suppose lover is the best label. I don't really know what to call us.

[fuckinghysterical]

[LB is just weird about formal greetings – she's still trying to get used to it all again.]

Jewelry is a pretty serious gift, I think. Hahaha, so I'd imagine she'd be taken aback... in a good way, I hope?

But, ah, around here, it really is hard to come up with labels to those you're intertwined with, isn't it?

Voice - Backdated to like the 3rd

[corona_spinea]

[Well... After two days of spending her nights after work drunk, Mary realized she really should probably talk about what happened with someone. And like hell she was going to bother her sister with it; she hadn't even told Esther about Blake. So that left her very few options. Actually, it left her one option, as weird as it was that LB was the one Mary decided to call.

And it started out with a sigh - a tired, heavy sigh.]

...is it still called 'being dumped' when we're adults or did I just happen to not get the memo on the change in jargon because I'm a marine that used to never have time for anything more than a quick shag to get the itch scratched.

[fuckinghysterical]

[Even if LB has no way of knowing what might be troubling Mary, she still has enough sense to prep herself for something unfortunate, judging off the sigh that precedes her little rant. Respectfully, LB even places a hand over her mouth as she listens, in order to try to muffle the sound of her compulsive laughter a little better.]

Eheheh? Um... I don't think I saw any other term for it in the magazines around here. [Unfortunately, LB actually wasn't so sure on it herself.] Though admittedly – eheheh – I don't actually have any, um. Actual relationship experience either.

[She wanted to think she had something with Henry, but due to her lack of experience in that area, LB wasn't even sure what the hell to call that. Thus, while she's a little confused why Mary's calling her about this particular problem, LB couldn't help but feel a little flattered about it as well.

So, even if she was in no world to give any sort of advice, she was still going to do her best to lend a sympathetic ear.]

Um... do you want to talk about what happened? Or should we talk about something else to get your mind off of it?

[corona_spinea]

I don't know... It just got so... so... out of hand.

[Apparently she wanted to talk about it. And if Mary thought about it, there was something about LB's manner and her mostly being separate from the situation that had Mary make the decision. And, well, LB had a very unique point of view.]

Over a business decision. It's a stupid fucking business decision, but she wants to just run from Midas because the Market is flexing their arms instead of staying and defending her territory.

[fuckinghysterical]

Hmm...

[It was because of her unique point of view that LB felt a little conflicted about the situation Mary presented, causing her to fall in a short pause to deliberate on the best, diplomatic response.]

I don't know — eheheh — I understand not wanting to bend to the Market, but... I don't think I can fault your woman's line of logic either. I mean, we haven't found a good way to push back on them yet, have we? With their influence rapidly spreading, I can see why others would want to just be out of the war path.

[A sigh passes, before she continues.] No amount of money is worth losing what's important to you — haha — and with the Market's situation right now, well... you never know what could happen.

text

[zunge]

when are you free?

[fuckinghysterical]

i could probably be back in a couple of hours.

why???? ( •᷄ὤ•᷅)???

[zunge]

information exchange

i live in mistral park now what about you?

[fuckinghysterical]

sasan.... which i know is pretty far away. do you want me to come there? (゜-゜)

heavily encrypted text

[zunge]

the chips from last year will be usable soon. someone i know has a body and os to work with them. you're invited.

[fuckinghysterical]

[Chips? Oh... right, that one she gave to Noiz quite a while ago. So even if it takes her a few seconds, LB at least knows what he's talking about – even if she had long resigned to not finding anything from it.]

i almost forgot about that much.

[But as curious as she is about the results, she's still a bit wary if this was some kind of All Points operation.]

where is this taking place???

[zunge]

RRE. early June.

[fuckinghysterical]

[Hmm. She's still not 100% certain on this, but she does want that information.]

ok. i'll be there.

video

[sprider]

Can you teach my friend [ who is totally not her ] about make up and hair styles?

[ actually scratch that ]

Where do you get your hair cut?

[ Hers were just trimmed by a friend and that friend is no professional. ]

[fuckinghysterical]

Your "friend", huh? Hahaha?

[Her eyes narrow a bit suspiciously at the camera, as LB is pretty sure she knows exactly what she's talking about, but she'll also play along.]

I suppose I could make the time.

As for where I get my hair done? I suppose I usually go to a place in Mistral Park?

[sprider]

[ So she's been found out? How? Fine. She won't pretend anymore. ]

Could you go with me? I've never had a hair cut before and someone told me that I had to be very specific about things.

[fuckinghysterical]

[LB is a little surprised at the request – as it was something she really never got asked about – but yet, it made her a little... happy?]

Oh, sure, I suppose I could, heheh! It'd probably help the most if you had a picture of what you wanted, though, really.