the 002nd. || voice

[pike]

[ Much like Nigel's first post, there is only silence when the device first clicks on. Eventually, though, the young man on the other end of the connection clears his throat. His tone is politely curious. ]

I've been told that the dead do not stay dead here and in ways much more involved than the occasional curse. Which leaves me wondering, City: is there no need for undertakers here?

[ There's a pause and then Nigel adds: ]  I had hoped to make myself useful.

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[pike]

I'd guess security measures around here are more likely to be a minotaur and a maze.

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

Something like that, yes.

[pike]

[ His voice is a strange mix of amused and irritated. ]

They do nothing by halves, do they?

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

Never--that wouldn't be their style at all.

[pike]

[ He's silent for a while and then eventually exhales once, very loudly. ]

I would ask another question but I think I've spent too much of my time already milling over them. [ A beat. ] If ever you find yourself at the warehouse to visit Rosella, you're welcome to knock on my bedroom door to say hello.

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

Thank you--I may just do that. And if you ever happen by the opera house, feel free to pay me a call as well.

[pike]

An opera house?

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

The Opera Abandoned--though it's somewhat less abandoned with so many of us living there.

[pike]

How many qualify for 'so many'?

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

There are seven of us, I believe, at the moment.