Inbox for TLV

[bartenderbitch]

"Yeah, yeah, leave a message and I'll get back to you at some point."

[Text | Voice | Video | Action]

Comments

text;

[reargunner]

Doing well on the board there, Husk...

Text

[bartenderbitch]

I'm not at all surprised you're one of the people commenting on that nonsense. One of three I'm certain of.

[reargunner]

[Oh, he's definitely laughing.]

Obviously. You already know I'm into you.

[anon note]

[helluvamess]

[It's a note left on Husk's door:]

post noods

[bartenderbitch]

[OH MY GOD, BLITZ. He's just slapping another note under that one on his door.]

MESSAGE me, dipshit

[helluvamess]

ths iz a msge??

text;

[reargunner]

Hey.
Ready?

[bartenderbitch]

[Ooh, that sure is an interesting text.]

Caught me at a perfect time. So, yes. Where?

[reargunner]

Your place is probably best. Unless you had another idea.

Action/Audio

[weirdnecro]

[She has a bottle in her hand, empty currently, but it's finished, finally. She stands outside of his door, but rather then knock...she calls.]

Bellissimo? You home? I got the goods for you, at last~

[bartenderbitch]

[Girlllll, why you gotta ask like that? He rolls his eyes as he looks at the video, only to go and open the door instead. Luckily (unluckily????) for her that he's seeming extremely casual in just a pair of lounge pants and are those... glasses? Those are sure some old-time reader glasses.]

You coulda just knocked. Come on in.

[weirdnecro]

[She had to because reasons. She grins at him, taking in the sight of reading glasses with a widening smile. Oh...possibilities.]

I didn't know you were home, so to speak.

[She came in, tucking her communicator away, even as she moved to close the door behind her.]

But! I finished your bottle. So, if you got some time, we can go over that. Or if you're feeling cold...we can cuddle and talk.

[xangel]

hey i know you're in the middle of shit but people do not use the ship's magic bullshit to their advantage enough. not gonna tell a gambler how to cheat, but magic barriers, curses, loud annoying songs that play whenever someone tries to breach a barrier. there are ways to keep people apart without starting more fights. i turned my inmate into a kitten the other week. just advice whenever the other warden comes whining at you that the kids aren't playing nice.

[bartenderbitch]

[Goddammit, who the fuck is messaging him while he's dealing with the beginning of a hangover???

... Oh, okay, actually he's not mad at this one.]

Starting to think that's not a bad idea at this point since it ain't like it's not public knowledge of where myself or Angel stay at this point. I'm not worried if I have to get into a fight with someone, but might as well deal with that shit before I have to go sharpening my metaphorical claws expecting someone to cause a fucking scene.

By the way, I'm sure you already know this: no, he didn't take any of that shit well and I'm dealing with it, but put the kids gloves on with him for a little while if you need to.

[xangel]

i will exercise nuggsy and not bitch about my stolen makeup. promise. but. think about it. bitchcakes talks to him and she starts singing operetta. turns invisible. can only speak pig latin. no claws needed if you make an egomaniac look like an idiot before they get started.

Regarding the pole

[madaboutit]

You're the warden that runs the lounge, right?

[They've gone through a good number of them in Sweeney's tenure, and now that he runs the Speakeasy, he doesn't spend much time in the Lounge, so he wants to double-check before making his offer.]

[bartenderbitch]

[Husk isn't exactly in the best of moods regarding the whole thing, especially his own personal fallout with things around it. But at least it's text and he won't have to listen to someone talking while he's dealing with his own business.]

Something like that, yeah, unless that got stripped away from me without my knowledge. Ain't there right now, but what do you need?

Voice

[verynormalturnipseller]

[This would be tremendously awkward if he weren't very busy repressing panic with practicality.]

Angel was killed in that mess. I've called his temp and brought him to the infirmary. I'm sure he'll just want to go home once he's up.

[bartenderbitch]

[Tremendously awkward for who? He's doing his best to keep his voice level, it's not like he hasn't had to during panicking before.]

I'm somehow not surprised given he hasn't been answering my texts and hasn't come back yet. I've got it, he'll be in my room if you want to check up on him. And I already have Fat Nuggets with me. [Not like he doesn't know where his cabin is, anyway.]

text; post-pairings announcement

[reargunner]

[Another month, another fucking useless set of temporary 'pairings'. He'd been thinking he should get in touch with Husk anyway given the way his private life is currently a massive shitfire but this only confirms the need.]

Probably a good idea to put a pause on what we're working on for a few weeks.

[bartenderbitch]

[Ohhh boy. He hadn't bothered to pay attention for a moment but he's taking a moment to check what's going on.]

Probably not a bad idea. I've been working on dealing with that death toll bullshit, anyway, which is taking up a ton of time.

Post port; audio

[weirdnecro]

Heeeeey Husk. You alone in your cabin?

[bartenderbitch]

[Well now, is that a person he wasn't expecting a message from.]

Mmm. I am for a bit, yeah. Door's unlocked, mind the smoke.

surprise spam the day after port

[verynormalturnipseller]

He's a little nervous, but he's performed this particular action many, many times. He's been asking newcomers their favorite foods since he got his job in the kitchen, and he makes cabin deliveries all the time. This one is weird, yes, but he still has as much right to be here as he ever does.

Still. He has to make himself knock right away, or he'll lose his nerve.

[bartenderbitch]

... When was the last time literally anyone knocked on his cabin door? Weird.

Unfortunately or fortunately for him, Husk's by himself right now as he answers the door, just sort of lounging around in those damn sweatpants he's learned are comfortable. "... Angel ain't here right now?" He assumes that's why he's here.