Etraya: Inbox

[restingstitchface]

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This is Dr. Crane. I'm not available right now but my answering machine is. Maybe you can hold a conversation with it instead?

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text | un: @serenity

[strumpet]

why hello there mr. joyce, or should I say mr. crane?

how have you been? it's been a bit since we last spoke. there was something that happened that I failed to bring up to you. you seemed so insistent on me being so into you and yet...would you like to read something amusing?

( unfortunately for her she was still very much so intrigued by him, but a bit of jealousy never hurt anyone now did it? )

text | un: @ulysses

[restingstitchface]

I would love to. Anything you have to say would be amusing after enduring a new level of Hell.

[Someone is not a fan of summer camping.]

[strumpet]

( camp had been interesting for inara to say the least— certainly a lot of time on her hands to kiss her cabin mate and be regaled with drinks and foods by a certain straw-hat aka loverboy sanji. )

someone not having fun at camp? too much sun for you?

[restingstitchface]

No. Much as I am loathe to play to an unfortunate stereotype, I can honestly say there were too many people.

[strumpet]

an introvert forced to socialize? remind you of childhood?

shame I haven’t seen you around, you know two of the most attractive women in etraya have been having a lot of fun without you.

text; un: EyeOfZaun

[zauneyete]

When we spoke recently, you said you were a chemist, didn't you? [ first types alchemist, corrects to chemist. ]

How interested are you in trying to make something a little interesting? For the good of Etraya, of course.

[ NOT FOR THE GOOD OF ETRAYA ]

[restingstitchface]

[ THEY HAVE A DIFFERENT DEFINITION OF GOOD ]

Well, I would hardly be answering otherwise, would I?

Colour me interested. Anything to end this endless ennui.

[ That's a yes. ]

[zauneyete]

[ On his end, Silco, despite himself, chuckles. ]

You and I are of the same mind.

[ Also, he's mad and wants to prep something to deal with the bats. ]

Where I am from, we've manufactured a substance. It is, for the lack of a better term: liquid power. A way to level the playing field when dealing with powers that exceed those of your average man.

I've been interested in finding a way to bring it to Etraya fully. I have a vial, however... it is difficult to replicated without asking Aurora.

[restingstitchface]

[The next message takes a few minutes to arrive. Crane has digested what is hidden between the lines, of course. That delightful offer of partnership. More importantly, this is an opportunity to investigate and explore the new and unfamiliar. This would be a challenge - and wouldn't that be fun?]

One vial. One always wants more, of course, but there's no need to ask for a sample. That's good...

[He is speaking to himself much as the other man in this conversation. The blessing and curse of speech-to-text.]

I could provide a base of operations. But I would anticipate needing security.

[Na na na na na na na na Batfam. Ugh.]

text; un: j

[copsormasks]

[Blissfully unaware of the coming war:]

Hey, it's Jason. Did you still need supplies for the fear antidote? I pocketed a bunch of stuff from camp.

[restingstitchface]

What and how much did you manage to requisition?

[copsormasks]

Bunch of chemicals: cleaning stuff, fire-starting fluid, that kind of stuff.

[restingstitchface]

[Does he compliment the young man or offer nothing but direction? The former. Because there is as much a path to getting what he wants through compliments as there is in torture.]

Good work. I suspected you had a head on your shoulders.

Bring them to this address. Better they are hidden in plain sight than inside your apartment. Or wherever else has taken your fancy.

[And from that address he will guide them the short distance to Arkham. His new home away from home.]

text; j;

[copsormasks]

Sorry I haven’t reached out sooner. I was being watched like a hawk.

I’ve got a backpack full of stuff from that superhero world. You want it?

[restingstitchface]

Ah, Jason. Good work.

I would gladly take it off your hands but I fear I am under close observation at the moment. Perhaps a slow and steady means of distribution is the best.

[copsormasks]

I can do that. Dead drops away from Arkham.

[restingstitchface]

Of course. But not the usual places. Perhaps not even inside the city. You're skilled at this sort of thing. What would you recommend?

un: GustaveEiffel | text

[demainvient]

I was wondering if I could take you up on your offer. Of a talk, I mean. A private one.

[restingstitchface]

Of course. But do you have any questions? I'm aware what I offer isn't something you're familiar with.

[Psychiatry and psychology are not nonsense!]

[demainvient]

I had an encounter with someone the other day where I lost my temper.

[ He's not proud of it, but the text only conveys words, not his pauses and uncertainty. ]

Can you help me understand why? That's the only question I need answered.

[restingstitchface]

Well, answering your question might unearth others, but I can certainly help. But would you prefer to do this in person? I only ask because I wonder whether you would find that more comfortable.

text; private; un: j

[copsormasks]

I need your help.

I know how to make the anti-fear toxin, but I need your help making it.

[restingstitchface]

Supervision, I presume?

You're a grown man, Jason. I would be glad to help but do not doubt yourself. You are capable of doing some of this yourself.

[copsormasks]

I don't have any of the equipment in the tower.

Please. I'll owe you.

[restingstitchface]

Carmine Falcone enjoys favours.

Please don't assume I enjoy the same. That is not why I do what I do.