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[There's a longer pause than usual, because the old fart is really still not used to talking to machines. Not like this, anyway.]
...oh! Yes, hello. Hello to your answering machine, I should say. [Grandpa 5eva.] My name is James Patrick March. I keep a hotel here in Maurtia Falls, the Hotel Castile. I was calling because...
[The thump of fingers against a desk, and that polite trail turns into a short, breathy laugh. No use beating around the bush any more!]
I've wanted to speak with you, naturally, the reason anyone calls anyone else. Seems to me we have something in common.
[They like shooting people. A lot.]
That's about it, yes! You can reach me at this number or the Castile's any time. Day or night, morning or evening. I'm not in the habit of sleeping all that much. [Ghost humor!!!!] I do wish you a very wonderful day and hope to hear from you soon, at your earliest convenience.
...oh! Yes, hello. Hello to your answering machine, I should say. [Grandpa 5eva.] My name is James Patrick March. I keep a hotel here in Maurtia Falls, the Hotel Castile. I was calling because...
[The thump of fingers against a desk, and that polite trail turns into a short, breathy laugh. No use beating around the bush any more!]
I've wanted to speak with you, naturally, the reason anyone calls anyone else. Seems to me we have something in common.
[They like shooting people. A lot.]
That's about it, yes! You can reach me at this number or the Castile's any time. Day or night, morning or evening. I'm not in the habit of sleeping all that much. [Ghost humor!!!!] I do wish you a very wonderful day and hope to hear from you soon, at your earliest convenience.
[ Perhaps it's a bit old-fashioned, but the message arrives for the Man in Black via mockingbird. Sealed closed by a wax mockingbird sigil, the letter is hand-written in careful cursive. ]
Dear Mr. Walker -
We have not spoken before, but my name is Petyr Baelish. I serve as the ambassador for Maurtia Falls. I write to you on behalf of a project I am working on within my city. Construction has already begun on rebuilding a much larger library, but I wish for this to be more than simply a bigger structure. I hope to inspire education and the spread of knowledge to the natives of Maurtia Falls as well as provide an invaluable resource to new arrivals here. But more than that, I wish to use it to pay homage to the natives who lost their lives within Maurtia Falls due to imPort related tragedies. Their names will be honored within the library itself and donations will be set up to be made to the families.
For this project to succeed, I need your help. If you are able to donate anything at all to the cause, it would be most appreciated -- whether that is books, money, or simply your time. I do believe you and I have a mutual investment in Dr. Chilton's psychiatric center, so perhaps this can be yet another project we both invest in.
I thank you for your time, and I do hope to hear back from you soon.
Sincerely,
Ambassador Petyr Baelish
[ OOC: You can feel free to just respond to this OOCly if he would donate anything or not! ]
Dear Mr. Walker -
We have not spoken before, but my name is Petyr Baelish. I serve as the ambassador for Maurtia Falls. I write to you on behalf of a project I am working on within my city. Construction has already begun on rebuilding a much larger library, but I wish for this to be more than simply a bigger structure. I hope to inspire education and the spread of knowledge to the natives of Maurtia Falls as well as provide an invaluable resource to new arrivals here. But more than that, I wish to use it to pay homage to the natives who lost their lives within Maurtia Falls due to imPort related tragedies. Their names will be honored within the library itself and donations will be set up to be made to the families.
For this project to succeed, I need your help. If you are able to donate anything at all to the cause, it would be most appreciated -- whether that is books, money, or simply your time. I do believe you and I have a mutual investment in Dr. Chilton's psychiatric center, so perhaps this can be yet another project we both invest in.
I thank you for your time, and I do hope to hear back from you soon.
Sincerely,
Ambassador Petyr Baelish
[ OOC: You can feel free to just respond to this OOCly if he would donate anything or not! ]
[ The fuck.
The man in black listens to the message three times before he scrawls the number down, and it’s ten minutes, an internet search and a lit cigarette past five before he picks up the landline to dial. ]
This is William Walker, [ he says, to whatever answer, ] returning your call from earlier.
The man in black listens to the message three times before he scrawls the number down, and it’s ten minutes, an internet search and a lit cigarette past five before he picks up the landline to dial. ]
This is William Walker, [ he says, to whatever answer, ] returning your call from earlier.
[ William scrawls in print, sorta scratchy and generic. The sort of handwriting that looks good on post-it notes. ]
Ambassador Baelish,
I’ve enclosed a check with your name on it for $5,000. Install a memorial listing the names of the fallen out front and I’ll foot the bill and contribute an additional $20,000.
Dr. Chilton does good work. You must be a discerning judge of character.
If you have any questions, you can give me a call here in De Chima.
Regards,
William Walker
Ambassador Baelish,
I’ve enclosed a check with your name on it for $5,000. Install a memorial listing the names of the fallen out front and I’ll foot the bill and contribute an additional $20,000.
Dr. Chilton does good work. You must be a discerning judge of character.
If you have any questions, you can give me a call here in De Chima.
Regards,
William Walker
[You know that catpig emote on plurk where it's dancing in place, more or less? Yeah. That's March when the call comes back. Oh boy oh boy gonna make a new buddy gonna shoot people gonna maybe see what's between him and Chilton but mostly murder pals. It's Christmas in March!]
Mister Walker, yes! Thank you very much for getting back to me. I know my reaching out may not have been expected. [He's like the fucking Spanish Inquisition.] I confess I'd been hoping for something of an appointment with you. I'm terribly old-fashioned, I've been told. I always prefer to be with someone when we speak of important matters, and the matter is quite dire. Would you be amenable to this?
["What the fuck," William thinks.
"Hey boo can we chat irl kiss kiss poop emoji," he gets in return.]
Mister Walker, yes! Thank you very much for getting back to me. I know my reaching out may not have been expected. [He's like the fucking Spanish Inquisition.] I confess I'd been hoping for something of an appointment with you. I'm terribly old-fashioned, I've been told. I always prefer to be with someone when we speak of important matters, and the matter is quite dire. Would you be amenable to this?
["What the fuck," William thinks.
"Hey boo can we chat irl kiss kiss poop emoji," he gets in return.]
Old-fashioned, huh? [ The natural warmth in William Walker’s drawl is set in deep despite the chill of the rest of him, like an asphalt road hours after the sun has set. James Patrick March sure as hell sounds old-fashioned, if not necessarily in the way William’s accustomed to. ]
I’m amenable.
[ Might as well be, with the way Mister March has come sailing for him out of far left field. Thrown, most likely. He scrolls across the screen of a clunky tablet with his cigarette hand. Hotel Castile. ]
Sounds like you know where I’m officed out of.
[ ...Isn’t a question, really. Sideways smiley face. ]
I’m amenable.
[ Might as well be, with the way Mister March has come sailing for him out of far left field. Thrown, most likely. He scrolls across the screen of a clunky tablet with his cigarette hand. Hotel Castile. ]
Sounds like you know where I’m officed out of.
[ ...Isn’t a question, really. Sideways smiley face. ]
[EVERYTHING'S GOING SO WELL]
I would certainly be willing to come to you, yes. [Sideways smile face with mustache right back at you buddy. March doesn't mind giving up the home team advantage, at all. More thrilling this way. He'll get to see Willy ShootEmUp in his natural environment and he'd be an idiot to turn that down.] When would be best for you, Mister Walker?
[Do not worry. He will become "dear" and "darling" soon enough.]
I would certainly be willing to come to you, yes. [Sideways smile face with mustache right back at you buddy. March doesn't mind giving up the home team advantage, at all. More thrilling this way. He'll get to see Willy ShootEmUp in his natural environment and he'd be an idiot to turn that down.] When would be best for you, Mister Walker?
[Do not worry. He will become "dear" and "darling" soon enough.]
[ William grins past the receiver at March’s italics, tongue wetted past his teeth. What’s the point of being trapped in an alternate universe if you don’t get some roaring twenties weirdo ringing you up out of the blue for a private audience every now and again. ]
How’s tomorrow afternoon for you?
[ He checks his communicator while he waits for an answer, and carefully deletes an existing appointment. ]
Say, two o’clock.
How’s tomorrow afternoon for you?
[ He checks his communicator while he waits for an answer, and carefully deletes an existing appointment. ]
Say, two o’clock.
[Scritchy scratchy, March uses the eraser at the bottom of a pencil to get rid of whatever he had written out for that time.]
Splendid! [The roaring twenties weirdo is happy.] Absolutely splendid! Yes, you can expect me then.
[Even if some disaster befalls the city, lol ghost powers. He'll be fine.]
Thank you very much for being so obliging, Mister Walker. I do look forward to meeting you in person.
Splendid! [The roaring twenties weirdo is happy.] Absolutely splendid! Yes, you can expect me then.
[Even if some disaster befalls the city, lol ghost powers. He'll be fine.]
Thank you very much for being so obliging, Mister Walker. I do look forward to meeting you in person.
[His speech came jaggedly, with the fluster of emotion:]
What the fuck, Mr. Walker?
What the fuck, Mr. Walker?
[ William stops what he’s doing to check the caller ID. ]
Too big?
[ His earnest concern is buffeted by a brisk wind, scratchy and hollow over a slick mechanical clack, ring and rattle. Brass on concrete. ]
I told her to give you benefit of the doubt.
Too big?
[ His earnest concern is buffeted by a brisk wind, scratchy and hollow over a slick mechanical clack, ring and rattle. Brass on concrete. ]
I told her to give you benefit of the doubt.
No, it isn't too big. [Practically hissed from his mouth. Too on the dot, maybe.] What had possessed you?
Is this -- [His anger stuttering, Chilton felt as if he had already spun back to defense.] Because of Teddy? This show of dominance?
[Pull. It made him uneasy.]
[Pull. It made him uneasy.]
Oh! For! Fuck's sake!
[Guess who has only been to a shooting range a couple times, and it was only in this world. With Will Graham.]
You could have told me this was a bad time!
[And yet, William had picked up. And Chilton thought that meant he was special.]
[Guess who has only been to a shooting range a couple times, and it was only in this world. With Will Graham.]
You could have told me this was a bad time!
[And yet, William had picked up. And Chilton thought that meant he was special.]
You crossed a boundary. Raina found it, she was asking how you knew such detail.
You involve yourself in the lives of others in order to escape whatever disappointments you carry in your own. Easier to find meaning when you have the benefit of outside perspective, isn't it?
[A gift paid with undesired analysis, verbally delivered.]
For example -- the scars. [His scars, but he doesn't take ownership of them.] You fixate. Because they hint at a story.
[A gift paid with undesired analysis, verbally delivered.]
For example -- the scars. [His scars, but he doesn't take ownership of them.] You fixate. Because they hint at a story.
God -- [Chilton, at least, knew to pull away the phone from his ear this time around. The ringing from the first time round had only just died down.]
Stare into the abyss, William, and it is going to stare back. That is what I do.
Stare into the abyss, William, and it is going to stare back. That is what I do.
You have a better description?
[Ruffled feathers, acidic tone.]
[Ruffled feathers, acidic tone.]
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