IC Inbox for Cosmo

[hasmovedon]

If your character needs to get in touch with Roland, they can do so here! He is in possession of a phone that is capable of calls, texting, picture and video sharing, and internet access. How well he actually knows how to use it is up for debate. His voicemail away message is the standard one the phone came with, if that tells you anything.

This post can also be used to send him letters or other more private means of communication if you so desire. Just note in your comment what method of contact you're using!

Comments

Call

[rickdiculous]

Yeah, uh, i-is your refrigerator running?

[hasmovedon]

[Oh, he knows that voice, even if it's a little distorted over the phone. He also doesn't know the term 'running', at least not as it applies to an appliance; his world is too devoid of technology to have that colloquialism. Running is something water and cowards do.]

What.

[rickdiculous]

I said. Is your refrigerator...running?

[hasmovedon]

It doesn't have legs, Sanchez. How could it?

[rickdiculous]

I-Is it on and working.

[hasmovedon]

... I would assume so.

[Where is this going. He is suspicious.]

[rickdiculous]

So, would you say...t-that it's running.

[hasmovedon]

[Okay, you know what. He actually walks from the living room to the kitchen just to check. From what he's heard Rick could very well have added legs to it since he last looked. But, no, there it is, normal as ever.]

It isn't moving at all.

[rickdiculous]

I-if it's running, that also means it's operating at normal capacity, clueless.

[hasmovedon]

Ah.

[Well jeez, Rick, not everyone can be a super genius about technology. For god's sake, Roland calls cars 'cartmobiles'. He's at a remedial level here.]

Then yes, it is.

[rickdiculous]

...So your refrigerator is - it's definitely running.

[hasmovedon]

In your sense of the term, I suppose.

[He sighs and goes to pinch the bridge of his nose before he realizes the hand with enough fingers to do so is already holding his phone. Dammit.]

Does this have a point?

[rickdiculous]

Yeah, th-the point is that YOU'D BETTER GO CATCH IT, ASSF-[urp]-ART. EAT SHIT!

[rick HANGS THE FUCK UP]

[hasmovedon]

[... what the fuck just happened?]

Action

[dirteater]

[Bearrice walks down the stairs like 10 minutes later-- on a mission.]

Did you just get a call from the asshat who's been throwing eggs at our house?

[hasmovedon]

If Rick Sanchez has been throwing eggs at our house, then yes. I wouldn't put it past him.

[dirteater]

[Beatrice continues talking as she rummages through the fridge]

You happen to know what this Rick guy looks like?

[hasmovedon]

... What are you planning, Beatrice.

[dirteater]

Oh nothing, really. Hey you won't be needing all these eggs for anything tonight, right? Great.

[hasmovedon]

[He looks at her very evenly, and then sighs.]

Petty revenge never did anyone any good. If you plan to retaliate, be sure it's decisive enough to put an end to this rather than escalating it.

[dirteater]

[She rolls her eyes a little, egg carton already in hand.]

Roland you're no fun! I just wanna mess with the guy-- laugh a little, you know?

[But she thinks about it for a second.]

What do you suggest?

[hasmovedon]

[He could suggest she not bother and that it would be better not to rise to the obvious bait, but she's young and full of fire and he knows she'll balk at the idea.]

I suggest you be sneaky. Just throwing eggs at him would be a fair repayment for what he's been doing, but it lacks finesse.

[dirteater]

[She sets those eggs down, leaning against the counter with a smug-ass smirk on her face.]

Sneaky huh? I think I can manage that.

[Thinking it over she puts those eggs away. Don't fret though young eggs, she will very likely be back for you. She walks past him, putting a hand on his arm.]

You're so wise.