Mr. Locus, I'm calling to follow up on your interest in performing a bit of voice work. I'd like to schedule an appointment with you sometime this week for English recordings. I anticipate the reading will take approximately two hours.
If you have any questions, feel free to ask, and do let me know when you can spare a few hours to visit De Chima. Thank you.
[ It takes about two minutes after getting his face slathered with some new face mask that requires him to sit around for an hour while it sets for Felix to get bored. And once he's bored, he looks for entertainment. His anon friend gets the short stick. ]
[ Between dealing with Traci's texts and rounding up Leon, it takes Felix a while to leave Locus' house. It's neat, all the glitter and marshmallow-flavored cat puke cleaned up, and there are fresh sheets on the bed. Just like Locus in his fussy adherence to neatness and order likes.
But Felix isn't thinking about that as he and the lynx trudge back to his house. He's not thinking of the stuff he left there—he can get more stuff if he needs to do it—or the fact that he won't be able to appreciate the fruits of his decorating. He's not even really angry anymore. Though, he's pretending to be angry, that what he's feeling is anger and not a kind of hopeless futility that's verging too close to sadness for his liking.
Leon cavorts around like he's having the best time, pouncing on leaves and chasing rabbits into bushes, but he really livens up when they're nearing Felix's house. And by the time Felix gets the door open, Leon is shoving his way in and bounding into the living room like something great is in there waiting for him.
Really, that should've been a clue. But it takes Felix actually looking into the living room and seeing Locus there, with Leon purring to beat the band and trying to climb into his lap, to realize what's happened.
Sighing, he leans against the wall and folds his arms across his chest. He feels tired, he probably looks tired, and he certainly sounds tired when he opens his mouth. ]
I spent all day decorating your house for you to see it. Go on. [ He gestures in the direction of Locus' house. ] Go home.
[ They've talked about Felix's proclivity toward irrational jealousy and he's aware when it starts creeping up on him now. He isn't threatened by Locus teaching someone to drive, but he also doesn't want to be forgotten because of some new person who listens to Locus' directions and can probably drive better than he can.
One time Locus ignores him for someone else and Felix will never get over it (until Wash is dead by his hand and his bones have been ground to dust by time.)
So, he decides to remind him that he exists. There's no harm in that, right? ]
[ It's not unusual for nightmares to plague Felix's sleep. Some nights, he gets a reprieve and he dreams about mundane things: like fighting in the Great War, hunting some mark with Leon and Locus, spending a day with Locus doing such ridiculously cheesy things that he always knows he's dreaming when he's doing it, reliving old jobs. But more often than not, it's something unpleasant. It's Locus leaving him for Wash, Locus killing him for Wash, Locus turning his back on him while he's surrounded by sims. And it's that goddamn grenade going off and blasting him right over the edge of the temple. Sometimes it's practically a repeat of a memory. Sometimes it's a horrific caricature of what happened.
Tonight, it's a mixture of the two. He's back at the top of the temple, surrounded by sims. Only this time, it's not just Locus standing there. It's Wash too. At Locus' side, calling him partner, offering a steadying hand after Locus tells Felix he's leaving him to his fate for them.
Begging doesn't help. Shouting goes unheard. And then Tucker's throwing the grenade and the explosion's so loud it's deafening and the brightness blinds him momentarily. His helmet's HUD fills with warnings and alarms. And Felix is plummeting to the ground, flipping over and over in the air, helpless as the ground races quickly to meet him. His screams ring in his ears and though he knows it's useless, his arms flail for purchase.
He's screaming in the real world too, still asleep and twisting violently beneath the sheets. It's only dumb luck that prevents a flailing arm from crashing into Locus' abdomen. Leon jerks awake, growling, though he remains where he is at Locus' side. ]
[ Felix can't remember the last time he's been on an honest to God road trip. Sure, there'd been long stretches flying back and forth between the colony worlds in a Pelican, but that's not the same as piling into a car and sitting for an extended period of time with nothing to do but talk, listen to the radio, play travel games, watch the scenery, or sleep. Felix doesn't sleep. Fortunately for Locus' sanity, he doesn't know any travel games either. The music on the radio is still weird to him even after seven months, but he's started to recognize some of the songs.
There's a little bit of singing. There's also a lot of talking too. Idle talk: commentary about the things they pass, things Felix wants to see or do when they reach their destination, gossip about their employees, Leon, and whatever other thoughts pass through his mind. And once he oh so slyly suggests road head, but Locus, in what he can only assume is a valiant effort to win the world's Most Unfun Person Ever award puts the kibosh on that real quick.
Luckily for Locus, it isn't a terribly long drive from Maurtia Falls to DC. Baltimore comes pretty fast, only a few hours after they're on the road, and soon they're nearing their destination. And maybe they would have made it there too, but Felix happens to glance past Locus out the driver's side window and sees a weird little micro-town arranged near the river. Somehow, he convinces Locus to turn off and they end up driving down little roads that look like they're trying way too hard to be quaint. ]
Hey, wait. [ Felix elbows Locus' arm, then points to a brick building on the corner with a stone-faced archway. ] Hold on. Are you hungry? I'm hungry. We should eat there. Maybe get a drink. Go for a walk down by the river.
[ Maybe lift a few wallets from the tourists too, though he doesn't outright suggest that. Mostly because he doesn't want Locus to say no and also, sadly, because he's still trying to be a decent-ish person. ]
I saw some kind of ice cream thing half a fake block back. If we're going to be tourists, we have to do it right. Pull over and let's go in there.
[ Little do either of them know, there's a mechanical bull inside the Cadillac Ranch with Felix's name all over it. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
audio; 8/14/16
If you have any questions, feel free to ask, and do let me know when you can spare a few hours to visit De Chima. Thank you.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
the aftermath of drinking with dorian
ih ate u. i muss u an i haet it.
[ Very badly spelled mistakes. Not even autocorrect is touching this mess. ]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
text to random number of anon friend
You were right. The Greek food was good.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
Voice
Greetings. I was given this number by a mutual acquaintance of ours while we were discussing business. He says that you are his partner in such work.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
But Felix isn't thinking about that as he and the lynx trudge back to his house. He's not thinking of the stuff he left there—he can get more stuff if he needs to do it—or the fact that he won't be able to appreciate the fruits of his decorating. He's not even really angry anymore. Though, he's pretending to be angry, that what he's feeling is anger and not a kind of hopeless futility that's verging too close to sadness for his liking.
Leon cavorts around like he's having the best time, pouncing on leaves and chasing rabbits into bushes, but he really livens up when they're nearing Felix's house. And by the time Felix gets the door open, Leon is shoving his way in and bounding into the living room like something great is in there waiting for him.
Really, that should've been a clue. But it takes Felix actually looking into the living room and seeing Locus there, with Leon purring to beat the band and trying to climb into his lap, to realize what's happened.
Sighing, he leans against the wall and folds his arms across his chest. He feels tired, he probably looks tired, and he certainly sounds tired when he opens his mouth. ]
I spent all day decorating your house for you to see it. Go on. [ He gestures in the direction of Locus' house. ] Go home.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
text
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
OOC
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
text • 1/???
One time Locus ignores him for someone else and Felix will never get over it (until Wash is dead by his hand and his bones have been ground to dust by time.)
So, he decides to remind him that he exists. There's no harm in that, right? ]
Hey. Pick up some milk on the way home ok?
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
d.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
1/2
(no subject)
1/2
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
1/2
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
no subject
[ It's not unusual for nightmares to plague Felix's sleep. Some nights, he gets a reprieve and he dreams about mundane things: like fighting in the Great War, hunting some mark with Leon and Locus, spending a day with Locus doing such ridiculously cheesy things that he always knows he's dreaming when he's doing it, reliving old jobs. But more often than not, it's something unpleasant. It's Locus leaving him for Wash, Locus killing him for Wash, Locus turning his back on him while he's surrounded by sims. And it's that goddamn grenade going off and blasting him right over the edge of the temple. Sometimes it's practically a repeat of a memory. Sometimes it's a horrific caricature of what happened.
Tonight, it's a mixture of the two. He's back at the top of the temple, surrounded by sims. Only this time, it's not just Locus standing there. It's Wash too. At Locus' side, calling him partner, offering a steadying hand after Locus tells Felix he's leaving him to his fate for them.
Begging doesn't help. Shouting goes unheard. And then Tucker's throwing the grenade and the explosion's so loud it's deafening and the brightness blinds him momentarily. His helmet's HUD fills with warnings and alarms. And Felix is plummeting to the ground, flipping over and over in the air, helpless as the ground races quickly to meet him. His screams ring in his ears and though he knows it's useless, his arms flail for purchase.
He's screaming in the real world too, still asleep and twisting violently beneath the sheets. It's only dumb luck that prevents a flailing arm from crashing into Locus' abdomen. Leon jerks awake, growling, though he remains where he is at Locus' side. ]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
no subject
There's a little bit of singing. There's also a lot of talking too. Idle talk: commentary about the things they pass, things Felix wants to see or do when they reach their destination, gossip about their employees, Leon, and whatever other thoughts pass through his mind. And once he oh so slyly suggests road head, but Locus, in what he can only assume is a valiant effort to win the world's Most Unfun Person Ever award puts the kibosh on that real quick.
Luckily for Locus, it isn't a terribly long drive from Maurtia Falls to DC. Baltimore comes pretty fast, only a few hours after they're on the road, and soon they're nearing their destination. And maybe they would have made it there too, but Felix happens to glance past Locus out the driver's side window and sees a weird little micro-town arranged near the river. Somehow, he convinces Locus to turn off and they end up driving down little roads that look like they're trying way too hard to be quaint. ]
Hey, wait. [ Felix elbows Locus' arm, then points to a brick building on the corner with a stone-faced archway. ] Hold on. Are you hungry? I'm hungry. We should eat there. Maybe get a drink. Go for a walk down by the river.
[ Maybe lift a few wallets from the tourists too, though he doesn't outright suggest that. Mostly because he doesn't want Locus to say no and also, sadly, because he's still trying to be a decent-ish person. ]
I saw some kind of ice cream thing half a fake block back. If we're going to be tourists, we have to do it right. Pull over and let's go in there.
[ Little do either of them know, there's a mechanical bull inside the Cadillac Ranch with Felix's name all over it. ]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...