[003] - Action and Phone

[fasterthan]

Action - Mailbox at 1665 Nelson after work
[Wally got a package in the mail! It's addressed to him and everything! EXCITING! He opens it up and... oh.

It's his superhero costume. He doesn't take it all the way out of the box, he just... stares at it.

Then he frowns and says, almost petulantly,]

Oh come on, that's just not fair.

Phone - That Evening

So hey this whole mail business... so they give you some of your old stuff back after... weird stuff happens? Is this a regular thing?

Comments

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

As regular as anything in Mayfield. You won't go two months without something new returned.

[fasterthan]

Huh. I'd say that was nice of them except for the part where they stuck us here and took all our stuff away to begin with. But hey, thanks for the info.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

I do my part to stem the endless flow of redundant questions. Anything else?

[fasterthan]

...yeah, you guys probably get these questions a lot.

Uh... let me think. Oh yeah, the post office. I heard you can trade stuff there or get a little jump on getting stuff back. Is it worth it? Seems a little too good to be true.

Also what's your name? Don't want to be rude or anything. I'm Wally, by the way.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Susan Sto Helit.

The Postman will return your belongings -- ones you ask for, specifically -- so long as you're willing to trade a leg or a kidney or your childhood or your first love. If he's feeling amiable, he'll trade for something you already have that you'd rather be rid of.

[fasterthan]

Nice to meet you Susan.

...right, so probably not a good plan to go to the post office then. Gotcha.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

I suggest you learn to get by without whatever flashy abilities you might have had, given that they can be rescinded whenever the town feels like a bit of fun.

[fasterthan]

[Oh my god the unintentional pun he wants to laugh but no must not laugh this is a serious conversation.]

Oh yeah, I'm fine, I just wanted to check. But that's all good to know. Thanks.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

((There is a distinct possibility that happened on purpose. Maybe. Possibly. Perhaps.))

In any case, the Postman himself doesn't seem to support the town, though he's not exactly on our side, either. There are worse people to run into.

[fasterthan]

[Well he thinks it's unintentional and he'll keep thinking that.]

Yeah, so I've heard. The Smiths, right? And the mayor, and the milkman. Do they actually have it in for us or something?

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

((As in, intentional on the part of the horrible player.))

Apparently, they're all in it to appease the little girl, who is, as these things seem to turn out, a middle-aged man with a God complex in disguise,.

[fasterthan]

[oh you]

Trippy.

[He is unfazed. He's run into worse.]

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

...What? I find it a bit more than puerile, myself.

[What in the world does trippy mean?]

[fasterthan]

Huh? Oh no I meant weird. You know. Like... you know what never mind. We'll just call it weird and leave it at that.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

You've been kidnapped into a town filled with people from other dimensions and worlds. We're a bit past weird as well.

[fasterthan]

Well yeah, but weird's a good all-encompassing word. I'm open to recommendations, though, if you've got better ones.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Absurd and inane. I've found more inspiring plots in novels written by Leonard of Quirm.

[fasterthan]

I have no idea who that is, but absurd and inane work.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Try to broaden your vocabulary a bit. Trippy and weird aren't exactly marks of sophistication.

[fasterthan]

I'm not exactly going for sophisticated, but I'll keep it in mind.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Apparently.

We've about exhausted the question of regains, I think, unless you have something else to ask.

[fasterthan]

Nope, I'm all good for now. Thanks for your help!

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Goodbye, then.

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