TEXT ;
WHY IS THERE A MONSTER TURKEY VULTURE TRYING TO ATTACK ME FOR GOING INTO MY OWN ROOM HOLY SHIT NO SOMEBODY PLEASE COME CLAIM THEIR HIDEOUS PET BEFORE I SHOOT IT
THANKS
[ ooc: she's in talk-to-text mode. or... text to talk.. whatever. she's yelling at her communicator and it's translating it to text, right. ]
THANKS
[ ooc: she's in talk-to-text mode. or... text to talk.. whatever. she's yelling at her communicator and it's translating it to text, right. ]
no subject
Fuck, you made it. And now we're trapped in my room with a freaking murderturkey out there.
[A beat.] You're screaming some kinky ass shit at your comm, so you know.
no subject
[ and basically, once the door is shut, and she's spitting out those comments and then this happens. ]
Thanks.
[ becuase seriously, she wasn't having actual Nam flashbacks, or Zombieland flashbacks whatever, but- flashbacks. ]
no subject
Uh. Anytime, dude. Couldn't let the turkey get you or nothin'.
voice; /interjects
Might wanna turn off the video.
no subject
Yeah, but I owe you one. Cause really, what the hell was that? [ still a little flustered, clearly, and- then John Blake is talking, and ugh, SIGH. sigh.]
Um. Thanks.
[ CLICK no more video.
for now. ]
John Blake is not a stripper cop, by the way, he's just a hot cop. Jesus, do not start that rumor.
[ ... and then she's laughing because what is this night, seriously ]
video, after popcorn.gif-ing for a while
[She'll be totally proud if you did, js.]