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[ HEY NETWORK long time no chat. have a mike ross in his room wearing jeans and t-shirt, barefoot and looking like he hasn't eaten properly in a month (which he hasn't) nor shaved or combed his hair in a month (which he also hasn't). his back is to the door of his room as he props up the communicator on his dresser and takes a step back, giving the communicator enough of a vantage point to show him from head to toe. when he deems the communicator secure enough, he smiles. ]

Hey! [ nervous energy kicking in: now ] Uh, hi. Small request.

[ and then he reaches off camera to hold up a suit ]

Anyone willing to trade a bag of funyuns for this thing? Or doritos. Or... cheetos, I guess? Basically anything in the chip family, really. I'm not picky.

[ he frowns for a moment before tossing the suit to the side again and moving to approach the commmunicator. and suddenly!!! the door opens behind him showing one (x1) donna paulsen in the doorway. donna looks as well put-together as always, but with her hands on her hips, she's definitely a formidable force. which means mike, of course, jumps in surprise. ]

Holy fucking--

Mike Ross, are you addressing the network while looking like a space hobo?

There is no such thing as a space hobo, okay.

And yet here you are.

[ so mike sighs! ] Okay, fine. Fine! [ and then, reaches for the communicator, addressing it. ] And I guess I could also use a haircut too or whatever.

[ a shrug and boom, end feed. ]

(( mike is in blue, donna in orange ))

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[Yeah just. Hands on hips action here.]

You guess? [really now]

I'm sure in a moment you'll have half the men on that ship clamoring for that suit. I'll trade you a haircut for it.

[ a beat, and then. ]

And hello, Donna.

It's not that bad.

[ tugging at his bangs a little, yep ]

I mean, it could be worse. I'm not Chapel, for one.

But that means I'm out of a suit and no chips.

[ he frowns at that because wow he really wants those chips. but also irene having this suit is way cooler than anyone else having this suit. dilemma, dilemma.

and he's not even going to question the fact that irene knows donna because it's just a rule of the universe at this point: every frightening woman in mike ross' life knows donna paulsen. ]

What are the measurements?

[he just laughs slightly] That's all you want in exchange?

[She just. Rolls her eyes.]

It's pretty bad. Appearances count for a lot, even in a place like this, you know.

Why hello, Irene. What a pleasure to hear from you.

At least it would be going to a good home if he gives it to you. And he'd get a haircut; win-win as far as I'm concerned.

[sigh. She's kind of put-out by him giving away Harvey's stuff for basically nothing, in a wryly affectionate way. Because she gets it.]

Edited 2013-03-26 03:58 (UTC)

[She's rolling her eyes, obviously not entirely approving of the entire transaction, but--]

Well, at least it'd be going to a good home with you.

[ IMMEDIATELY A FROWN but he sticks to voice for this ]

You're not his size.

If you have multiple packs, I will take... I dunno, five. Five packs of funyuns. For one suit.

[ totally a good bargain here yup ]

Unfortunately. Upwards of five thousand dollar suit and he wants a bag of chips.

[eyeroll!]

But they're really good chips!

[ yep ]

I don't need to wear a suit for [ just waving a hand in the air to indicate the whole place ] here.

I look... comfortable. Yeah, comfortable. People like comfortable.

That's very kind of you to say.

[A pause, and then he switches to private - ]

Those are Specter's clothes, aren't they?

I can't be sure of that unless I know the measurements.

I can tell, okay? You're not.

[ mike is this really about the measurements or... ]

[Fuck yer subtext makin it text]

Quite. Are you certain that it is physical measure you are estimating?

[ wow rude why won't you let him stay in denial ]

What.

[ like he'd comment on anyone looking like a hobo. ]

If I had a bag of cheetos, I don't think there's much i'd trade it for at this point.

Wow, that is cold.

[ come on, man, share the chip. ]

But fine, I get it. Good thing you don't then. I'm not entirely above theft at this point.

Mr. Specter disappears; a month of silence; then you reappear once more, looking half-starved, bartering away his suit for something you could get for free - but denying it to most comers. You don't see any irregularity in this behavior?

[she'll let it stick to voice now, if only because it's less effort, and well...Harvey.

...But she just makes a brief noise.]

Hm.

Yes, it's one of Harvey's suits. They're pretty darn expensive, so Mike could at least bargain for two bags of chips.

[She's joking. Seriously.]

[ a pause before, indignantly, ]

You can't get Funyuns for free.

[ so completely not the point, mike ]

You look like you've been sleeping on a bench for a few weeks.

[She's going to just...poke at your side.]

And have been eating about as well. Seriously, Mike?

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