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twoheadsofcabbage) wrote2012-06-10 01:36 pm
twoheadsofcabbage) wrote2012-06-10 01:36 pm
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The One With The Letter: Video
[Scrad and Charlie are both looking fairly awkward today, and slightly hunted. It may have something to do with the several pinatas shaped like ponies standing next to them. One of the ponies is wearing an Afro wig. Another is headless and full of Pringles potato chips.
Or it could be something else entirely. Scrad clears his throat.]
We need to speak to Kay.
[Charlie adds:]
In person.
[Scrad continues:]
So. Somebody tell him we need to do that.
Or it could be something else entirely. Scrad clears his throat.]
We need to speak to Kay.
[Charlie adds:]
In person.
[Scrad continues:]
So. Somebody tell him we need to do that.
no subject
[This is a very strange way to arrange a meeting, Scrad/Charlie. He'll go with it, though.]
Where?
no subject
[Scrad says, weakly, as if he isn't sure that's actually good. Charlie says:]
We weren't sure if you'd, you know.
[Listen. Care. Etc. Scrad suggests:]
Uh. Here?
[Because there are only so many guns Kay can bring to their room, right? But on the other hand: maybe they want Kay to bring all the guns to their room. Unsure times.]
no subject
Alright.
[Creepily, Kay knocks on the door a few seconds later.]
[Spam]
Who is it?
[Scrad calls through the door.]
[Spam]
[Not just "K". Agent K. He's an agent right now rather than a warden, he figures, if Scrad's sounding piddle-pants nervous over something and he needs to meet him at his room.]
[Spam]
[Scrad asks through the still closed door.]
[Spam]
[He wonders if he should be after that, and looks either way down the hall.]
[Spam]
Nevermind.
[Scrad mutters, followed by the sound of several locks being unlocked, and something heavy being pushed out of the way. The door opens and Charlie peers out. He nods at Kay, apparently satisfied.]
Okay. Come in.
[Spam]
What is it?
Re: [Spam]
Scrad is ringing their hands and pacing. Or Charlie might be doing one of those things. It's always hard to tell, even for them, when they're under stress.]
So that thing happened, right, where people who aren't here got access to our communications.
[Scrad says. Charlie asks:]
You got that, right?
[Spam]
Yeah, I did.
[He'll keep it simple.]
[Spam]
[Scrad says. Charlie adds:]
And not in like a nice "how's that guy doin' way".
[Spam]
Describe him to me.
[Spam]
[Scrad reports.]
Grey hair.
[Charlie says.]
And we got to talking, and we think we might know who it was.
[Scrad says. Charlie adds:]
And if we think we might know who it was, we figure you definitely know who it was.
[Scrad finishes:]
And we want you to tell us you're planning to do something about it!
[Spam]
[That's the only confirmation he gives, but it's venomous. More pissed than Sarleena ever made him and she shot Laurana- but he'd been expecting that back-handed bullshit out of her. Not out of Alpha.]
You ever see that guy, you stay the hell away from him. [Understatement. No matter what the hell they'd done, he was never going to feed them to that cock-up.]
He was asking you about me?
[Spam]
[Charlie yelps. Scrad answers:]
He asked if you killed Serleena.
[Spam]
[Alpha should have known that. How did he not know that- but then again, Alpha sometimes liked to ask questions he knew the answers to, just to get a rise out of him.]
You're right to be worried about him, though. He'd want Charlie.
[Spam]
[Charlie asks. Scrad says:]
'Cause we're not sure about that.
[Charlie jerks backwards:]
Me? What's he want me for?
[Spam]
[A shrug.]
I guess he's never satisfied with himself.
[He raises his chin a bit and huffs a breath.]
Narvin was bullshitting you, by the way. He didn't mind control me into not leaving you alone. If you want a more official reason to stop shitting your pants about it? On Earth I'm authorized to use whatever force is necessary to acquire information in pursuit of planetary defence. Here, I only use enough force to maintain the safety of the boat majority and my own inmate. The risk to boat safety is considerably less and emergencies are infrequent.
[In his perspective.]
Re: [Spam]
[Scrad mutters, which seems to give Charlie pause. Scrad continues:]
And yeah we got that. That guy is good, man.
[Because if it's one thing they can respect... Charlie says:]
That's not completely comforting, but, uh, okay.
[Spam]
[And while it's not comforting, it's at least honest.]
Why'd you warn me about Alpha? [It's worth asking.]
Re: [Spam]
If even half of what we've heard about him is true?
[Charlie concludes:]
Between you and him, we'd rather have you kicking our ass.
[Spam]
Re: [Spam]
Thank...you.
[Charlie says.]
[Spam]
You're welcome. [Why so bizarre, Kay. He turns to head out of the den of not-green pop-culture death.]
[Spam]
[Scrad calls after him.]
[Spam]