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MCA #4, Saturday Morning
Aug. 31st, 2019 12:18 pmDeep breath. Exhale.
...
Deep breath.
...
Exhale.
Dial.
Deep breath.
And hit send.
Sparkle had a call to make today. One he'd been putting off since forever, and his last excuse had run out. The island was back to normal. He didn't have to worry about The Big Stuff being completely derailed because he woke up one morning underwater or he couldn't leave the house because there were dinosaurs or on account of nightmarish penance zombies. Dr. Lecter had given him the number to phone, and yeah, he knew it was Saturday and yeah he knew it was early, but he was kind of hoping he could just leave a message and wait for a phone call back on... Tuesday. Because long weekend! See? Smart. Sparkle was super smart. It wasn't procrastinating if there was Labour Day to contend with.
Somebody actually answered the phone.
"Um."
That wasn't supposed to happen.
Shit. Shit shit shit.
"Hi, uh. My name is Sparkle," and ugh, he felt like he wanted to vomit just spitting out his last name, too, but he kind of had to in this case. "Dr. Lecter suggested I call you. Yeah. Dr. Hannibal Lecter. He said you're probably the best lawyer for... a couple of cases I have, I guess. Yeah. Yeah, I can talk right now, sure. So..."
It was not a short phone call.
Dr. Lecter had picked a good lawyer for the job, for sure.
But by the time Sparkle had hung up the phone again, he was looking a little green. That was fine. This was fine. It was all going to go super well, and...
If anybody needed him, he was going to just be burying his face in a pillow and screaming himself hoarse.
Sparkle Vs. The Criminal Justice System was off to an excellent start.
[OOC: Open! Probably not happy! But open! TW: Both threads contain some talk of child abuse/grooming.]
...
Deep breath.
...
Exhale.
Dial.
Deep breath.
And hit send.
Sparkle had a call to make today. One he'd been putting off since forever, and his last excuse had run out. The island was back to normal. He didn't have to worry about The Big Stuff being completely derailed because he woke up one morning underwater or he couldn't leave the house because there were dinosaurs or on account of nightmarish penance zombies. Dr. Lecter had given him the number to phone, and yeah, he knew it was Saturday and yeah he knew it was early, but he was kind of hoping he could just leave a message and wait for a phone call back on... Tuesday. Because long weekend! See? Smart. Sparkle was super smart. It wasn't procrastinating if there was Labour Day to contend with.
Somebody actually answered the phone.
"Um."
That wasn't supposed to happen.
Shit. Shit shit shit.
"Hi, uh. My name is Sparkle," and ugh, he felt like he wanted to vomit just spitting out his last name, too, but he kind of had to in this case. "Dr. Lecter suggested I call you. Yeah. Dr. Hannibal Lecter. He said you're probably the best lawyer for... a couple of cases I have, I guess. Yeah. Yeah, I can talk right now, sure. So..."
It was not a short phone call.
Dr. Lecter had picked a good lawyer for the job, for sure.
But by the time Sparkle had hung up the phone again, he was looking a little green. That was fine. This was fine. It was all going to go super well, and...
If anybody needed him, he was going to just be burying his face in a pillow and screaming himself hoarse.
Sparkle Vs. The Criminal Justice System was off to an excellent start.
[OOC: Open! Probably not happy! But open! TW: Both threads contain some talk of child abuse/grooming.]
