thoughtformed | voice, messing up at first, then private

[So, this device is really difficult to handle when one is freaking out and also holding a glass in one hand, so it's no wonder that it takes him a while to switch to private. The first bit of this is all very audible.]

Your mother is a ********** Lorem ipsem ******* Admintum Venium******* Tragula ****** hippopotamus **** republican *********Daniel Radcliffe ****** with a bucket of ******* in a castle far away where no one can hear you ******* soup ******* with a bucket of ******** Mickey Mouse ******** a stick of dynamite ****** magical ****** Alakazam!

[ooc: Yes, I quoted the Potter Puppet Pals. All rights to them and nothing is too meta for Thoughtformed.]

[Private to James and Lily]

Talk to me, please. Er. And listen. Listening would be great.

[Private to Rudy]

Mate, I need someone really irresponsible, so don't let me down.

[Private to Sheska]

Er. Sheska? Love?

[Private to Rogue]

Life still sucks. Want to feel better about yourself?

[Private to Alisha]

Alisha, hey. I've got some news for you. We should talk.

[...don't say 'We should talk.' to your girlfriend, idiot.]

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This is about Lupin, isn't it.

You think!?

You're like that detective bloke Shinichi knows. Sherwhatshisname.

If you need someone irresponsible, you've called the right bloke.

What's going on?

Well, I'm getting drunk and if I do it alone I'll end up doing things I'll regret.

Odds are I will with you, too, but different kinds of things that I can live with.

If you're not doing regrettable things when you're drunk, then you're doing it all wrong, mate.

Are these things Alisha will get upset about?

That's highly dependent on how I word things.

[...at least he knows his own shortcomings.]

For the most part though, yeah, maybe, depending, but only because it's upsetting me.

Yeah, careful on how you say things with her. She can take it the wrong way pretty quickly.

So how irresponsible are we talking, here? Drinks and sleeping with strangers or do we need to nip down to Madame Red's?

No. No, no sleeping with strangers. Or non-strangers. Or anyone. Alisha, remember? No snogging people either. Well, you can. You can sleep with them, too. But not while I'm there, so that'll have to wait.

Just drinking. And flying, maybe.

One: is it all right to drink and fly? Two: I'm sorry, flying?

I'm still alive, so it has to be. Not against the law, either, believe me that or Officer Has-It-In-For-Me would have seen to some punishment, possibly a spanking.

And, yeah. Motorcycle, remember?

Oh. Right.

Not sure I'd want a spanking from her, though. There's a couple of other birds on the force that I wouldn't mind having a go at, though.

Pretty sure she doesn't swing that way, anyway. Most women are a lot nicer to me.

[He's an idiot.]

I don't think I know anyone else, these days. Sheska aside. And she's very much aside.

What, you think that just cos someone's not interested in you, they must be gay? Though I think I see what you mean. Doesn't seem very keen on any sort of bloke, does she? Except maybe that teenager she's always hanging out with. Maybe you're just too old for her.

Well, not only because of that. Though it's a pretty good indication.

[Look, he's not the humble sort.]

I'm twenty-three, four, something like that, how is that too... Oh. Oh.

Let's get drunk, fast.

Okay, fine.

But you're not touching my penis.

Not even if you need help finding the tiny thing, mate.

Please tell me it doesn't involve you turning into a nutter.

[That's the first thing that comes to mind, at any rate, given his earlier ~~spell-casting~~ rambling.]

Who's turning? Born and bred, love. Born and bred.

And here you've fooled me into thinking you're a right proper gent.

Anyway, wot's on you mind?

Going mental is an attribute for a gentleman, they don't even let you into the club without it.

Friend of mine showed up. Again. He was here before, some time ago. Remus? D'you remember, I talked about him a bit?

I don't think you've been going to good clubs.

...I reckon he's the bloke asking about the owl. Right then.

[There's a bit of a pause as she takes a deep breath, thinking back.]

Sort of? With all the names you spewed out at me, I'm not really sure which one he was in your history.

's alright, I didn't think you'd actually remember.

Anyway. He's a great bloke. Real smart, real sweet, all of that. But... Last time he was here, he was older. In his thirties, I reckon. And then he believed that I did it.

Y'know. The whole thing. What I was in prison for.

Depends, what ya got in mind?

What the shit, are you that wasted?

Sherlock, and you don't have to be an arse about it. What's going on?

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