IC Contact

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OPTION A:
“Peter Parker’s voicemail. Speak ‘friend’ and, uh … speak.”

OPTION B:
“If you think you’ve reached Quickies, well, I hate to break it to you, buddy, but you’ve got the wrong number. If on the other hand you’re looking for your friendly neighborhood webhead, feel free to leave a message.”

 

 

[ call. voice. text. pics. video. ]

Comments

voice;

[reptiledysfunction]

I'd take shady conspiracy over metaphysical paintball any day.

voice;

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In no universe other than this one would that sentence make any kind of sense. [A joking whine.] It's so unfair. They've ruined paintball, for Christ's sake.

voice;

[reptiledysfunction]

[ Connors can't help but laugh at that. ] I wonder what they'll ruin next. It's worrying and, at the same time, kind of oddly fascinating.

voice;

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Laugh so we don't bang our heads against the wall, that's the spirit.

voice;

[reptiledysfunction]

That's a pretty morbid way of thinking. Morbid, yet accurate.

voice;

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You'll notice everyone who's been here for a while's gotten really good at gallows humor.

voice;

[reptiledysfunction]

That's...not very reassuring, [ said with a little laugh. ]

voice;

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[Regretfully:] I think I save most of that for Val these days, honestly. Or, y'know, rough weekend.