IC contact [Mask or Menace]

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"Gone fishing."

[ so don't leave messages to ruin the after fishing glow !!!

your one stop shop for not leaving him alone ]

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action! 1/22 in their terrible hotel room in minnesota

[redhairring]

[ after excusing herself for a bit to take a phone call, Freddie just staggers back in with an expression that's purely 'life sucks for Team Baltimore.' ]

I know this is pretty soon, but we'll need to head back as soon as possible. Chilton's decided that now would be a good time to go insane and one of us is going to eventually have to do damage control.

what a page topper

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[Meanwhile, Will is on the crappy bed, propped against the pillows, looking at his own communicator. It's all rather homey, the lack of shoes and extremely cheap bottle of beer that's almost gone at this rate. Freddie might imagine it's how he prefers to do his "stalking" whenever he's not cooped up in the bait shop. Having to head back soon earns a grunt, but Chilton going insane really gets his attention.]

What sort of insane are you talking about?

[He talking about murdering anybody?]

01.22.15 (evening)

[slightlyoffchilt]

[And probably well after those HOTEL SHENANIGANS. A certain psychiatrist had a nasty interaction with nearly-cosmic electroshock therapy.]

I have found scripture that mentions you. "Will Graham", it says, and "martyr complex".

Whose martyr are you, mortal?

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[So grateful for those HOTEL SHENANIGANS, he's not currently drinking. This will be fine. He can't even be offended by that description.]

Martyr for the FBI. [Is Chilton going to remember this? Is this going to be forever?] Why do you ask?

1/25

[lurings]

Sorry cc ok

[ that's it for a second, literally the first thing she texts to anyone, in the middle of being debriefed, not even looking at the phone as the person talks and ushers her out of the building. it is, technically, her first debriefing since the other one was in the hospital post coma.

it's followed quickly by: ]

Porter

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[BABY CAME BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Where are you? Do you need someone to pick you up?

[inmyothertights]

Is this Will Graham?

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[Fantastic question, he wonders that himself sometimes.]

This is Will Graham, yes. What can I do for you?

Audio; Backdated to after his second convo with Yuri, late on the 28th

[takethestairs]

Graham, I'm coming over. I have something I need to show you.

[His tone is firm, angry, and leaves no room for argument. He's coming over whether you like it or not]

[infomodder]

[Is this real life? Christ. A plethora or excuses go running through his mind (some normal, some obscene), but eventually he decides it's probably not worth it.]

If you say so. [Good dog?] Want me to text you the address and directions?

[I'll allow it.]

1/29

[lurings]

[ is it one in the morning? it's one in the morning. sorry april. ]

Why are we constantly surrounded by serial killers? I've tried to be good about staying away from people that are serial killers and now Yuri is a serial killer and Jayden is going to do someone stupid because it's Jayden and apparently it's my job to stop him and/or kidnap him and hold him hostage until someone captures Yuri.

And I miss Alana.

If Lunatic hunts sinners, why hasn't he come after me?

[infomodder]

[Sorry April x2]

It's not your job to stop Jayden, regardless of whatever Yuri Petrov says. [Will is more cut out for that and suggesting she use her luring powers is sort of. Like. Not.......................no...........] Why would he come after you? He doesn't know anything.

2/2 after discovery of alcohol

[lyingheart]

Thank you for the gift basket.

Unrelated, but what would be the easiest way of running a study session with one of the imPort inmates?

[infomodder]

You're welcome.

Take what you think you will need for this study session in something either transparent or something they can look through with little trouble. No backpacks with multiple pockets and hiding places. When they tell you you cannot take something in, accept it. Do not demands answers for why you can't. You may end up having to be creative with what's left, but the easiest way to run a study session, in my opinion, is to prove that you're willing to play by the rules as dictated by the prison and go from there.

02.18.15 21:34

[slightlyoffchilt]

Will -- Will. I need, I think I need -- to speak with you. Please. [Chilton. His breathing is heavy, ragged. As if he's been running.] At your earliest convenience.

[He so rarely ever uttered "please".]

02.18.15 21:49

[slightlyoffchilt]

Will? Disregard my prior message, if you would. Much obliged.

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[It would be easier to disregard if not for that please, and Chilton barely has any time between his last message and finding Will Graham calling him back. Rather than wait for Frederick to speak first, Will goes for something more proactive than simply existing on the other end of the line, plans to open his mouth as soon as it's apparent Frederick's picked up.

That is, if he picks up. If he doesn't, Will's not going to leave a message. He's just going to call back. Again. And again. And again. Like the neighborhood dog who will bark all night long if he doesn't get let in the house at a certain time. Call him twenty times in a row if he has to. More. If poor ol' Fred's at his house, he should know that Will won't hesitate to march his ass over there if he doesn't get a solid answer soon enough. Oh, he could call Abigail about it, but he could also put on some pants and shoes and use the front door.

He could use the front door. But would he, in this situation? Ring-ring-ring.]

I'm sorry I didn't answer, this was in the other room. [Proactive apologies. He's not actually too sorry about it, but manners are important. So, so, so important. He sounds more worried than apologetic, remembers the last time Frederick Chilton had a reason to sound out of breath due to running. No please.] Hi.

text

[khajidont]

[Things Jaime has needed to handle: Hornet attacks and explosions and death and friends going psycho, and friends who went psycho getting upset about going psycho, and girlfriends (okay, girlfriend, singular) with broken ribs, and on and on and on.

Things Jaime feels equipped to handle: this.]

new slogans for your shirts

I did it on porpoise
puns so bad you'll eel over
I'm a reel catch
have you been herring a lot about the hook line and tinker
a real pain in the bass
you don't have to be a brain sturgeon to like fishing
aren't you tide of bad puns
if you are then I'm your mortal anenome
amenome
anemone who made up that word

you're welcome

[infomodder]

[What in the hell, peering at this forever. He expected one. One timid breach into the world of puns and wordplay that didn't relate to murder and chaos, and instead

he got

joyous and beautiful collection ever.]

You can blame anemone on the Greeks. [EDUCATIONAL FOREVER.] I've got a shirt that's along the lines of the porpoise and the bass, but none of the others. Brain sturgeon is particularly good. You really sure you're okay with me using them? Want me to draw up a contract so you can earn from the sales?

audio

[huntergames]

Hello, Will?

Can... I ask you something?

[infomodder]

[Who is this mysterious voice addressing him by name, how did you get this number

j/k

If he hadn't seen the recent Network post with the grumpy guy, he might give off a joking "you just did!" but uh. Tact.]

Sure you can. [His voice is low, quiet without grumbling, taking this all somber and serious.] What's on your mind?

voice; backdated to a day or two after his last post

[takethestairs]

[Ugh, he doesn't want to talk to Will right now, and he wouldn't be surprised if the feeling was mutual. Unfortunately, he doesn't know anyone else familiar with both psychology and law enforcement. So, Edgeworth swallows his pride and dials his number. Brrring brrring brrring...]

[infomodder]

[Nah. If Will can spend months hanging out with Hannibal Lecter knowing more of what he was and what he'd done, after he'd ruined and ended the lives of everyone he came into contact with, he doesn't get to use the "I don't want to talk to someone because of mild aggravation" excuse ever again, okay. He picks up quickly enough, even.]

Hello.

[Totally pissed off at Miles Edgeworth, yes. So pissed off he's calmly eating something or other and answers the phone while he's in the process of chewing and swallowing, which is obvious in the slightly thick way he says that one word. It's all gravy, man, what's up?]

03.07.15

[slightlyoffchilt]

There's only three of us, now.

1/2

[infomodder]

That makes three of us who got the same set of calls.

[The mysterious third, who shall remain unnamed, as shall her reactions to said calls.]

[Audio]

[hands4healing]

Hi, Will, it's Winry!

My friend, Miss Riza, is interested in a dog...I told her you might be a good way to find one. She had a dog back home, and she's very good with them.

[And men. But that's a totally different subject entirely.]

Is it too much to ask to come and see you? Or could you meet us somewhere to help her find a dog?

[OOC: Winry and Riza snipingmissie are going to find a dog for Riza. Bizzie's going to put up a post later today. Feel free to join us?]

[ooc]

[equinamity]

[Hi there! This is Bizzy, Riza-mun. I have a link to the puppy adopting post here =) ]

3/17

[sizetwelve]

You've been busy, Officer Graham.

[infomodder]

Indeed I have, Nurse Morstan. [everybody bein' so polite] How've you been?

[ text ]

[enucleation]

Will, for how long will you be my parole officer?

[infomodder]

Should be two months, unless something happens to jostle the expected time frame.

[oh god ken did you fuck up

did he fuck up

did you find someone better]

voicemail;

[chiroptophobic]

Freddie Lounds.

[ That's it. That's the voicemail. Call him back. Set before the age plot and after Will's 21/3 post ]

call back!

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[Now, for someone who's done law enforcement all his life and is currently in the process of getting back to it, it might make sense of Will's return call to be delayed. Scrambling to find tools to add onto his device so he can track whoever's calling down and all that fun stuff. Except Will is Will, tracks well enough on his own, so there's no delay. There's only enough time for him to realize he has a message, listen to that message, and immediately call back.]

Hello?

[No accusation in his tone. It's more of an invitation—hello, he's here, talk to him, tell him all about Freddie Lounds.]

03.29.15

[slightlyoffchilt]

Whoops.

[infomodder]

What happened to warrant a whoops?

audio

[huntergames]

[ The past couple of months have been a roller coaster. There's a lot weighing on Sasha's mind and chest, threatening to overwhelm her lest she find some kind of answer for the questions she asks herself often these days.

Naturally she turns to one Will Graham for advice. Hey, at least it's not Crane? ]

Will...?

[infomodder]

[At least it's not Crane.

Will picks up as immediately as possible—she might imagine he heard the noise, saw the name associated, and accepted it right then. Because that's what he did.]

Hey, Sasha. [Maybe this is about dogs.] What's going on?

text.

[selfequipped]

[Unlike most of the other messages going out, the one she sends to Will is a little more serious in tone.

Or, she intends to take it in that direction. She hasn't failed to miss the disappearances of certain people, but she's been a little unable to do much of anything about it except be frustrated.]

Hey, Will. How are you?

[infomodder]

[All aboard the frustration train.]

I'm good, just doing some stuff for work. How are you, Kate?

video - 4/6/15

[firstborncopper]

Sasha said you work with the imPort police, that you are the person to report any... problematic imPorts to?

[infomodder]

[Will takes a good thirty seconds to turn the video on his end, too—while he generally prefers text above anything else, when it comes to doing his job, his own comfort zone doesn't mean squat. He just has to throw on a nicer shirt (read: not faded plaid) and get his thoughts in order. And stop wondering where someone gets such fine hair, good God look at that beautiful hair.]

That'd be me. [Sort of. But starting this off with any legitimately inconsequential correction that includes a just as inconsequential title isn't the best foot to put forward. The summary is fine, no need to be one of Those Guys.] What happened?

[Other than the teenager he acts as a legal guardian for betraying him.]

[cephalothorax]

[Rustling noises and Chrollo flips through a book. As usual.]

What about this weekend? Maybe... Saturday?

[...wait, context is good.]

This is Chrollo, by the way.

[infomodder]

[Like he could forget that voice.

He has a thing for voices, okay?

(And that body, Lord.)]

Hey! [Whether that excitement is over Chrollo or fishing is up for debate. (It's totally for fishing, like hell is Will going to say that, though.)] Saturday would be good for me, too. What time did you have in mind?

[If he says it doesn't matter, he gets up before sunrise, that excitement may just shift direction. Fishermen.]

04.11.2015 8:45 AM

[slightlyoffchilt]

Might I have that recipe for the herb sauce you used? Also: thank you for Easter dinner. It was the lemon garlic one, I believe?

I have a new lady friend. I need this culinary trick.

[As if Frederick Chilton could cook beyond pasta or something. Spoilers: he's going to put this sauce on pasta.]

2:26 PM

[slightlyoffchilt]

I simply cannot wait to learn of whatever pressing matters delay your response.

[ Text ] Saunday, 6am

[enucleation]

[ normally, he wouldn't bother telling anyone about this, but if Sasha spoke with Will already, it could be problematic ]

Will, I'm not sure if she spoke to you, but there is a small issue with Sasha. She teleported into my place without meaning to and might have seen something she didn't want to.

[ Text ] Sunday, 11am

[enucleation]

Will.

voice, dated to today

[rathercommon]

[ A fairly anxious ring-ring-ring. If Will picks up, Kitty won't even wait for him to speak before she's breaking in with an urgent - ]

Mr Graham?

[infomodder]

[Well, that doesn't ring of anything good about to happen.]

You got him. [His attention, at least, the tone of his voice smacking of as much.] What can I do for you?