infomodder | IC contact [Mask or Menace]

[ 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.

[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?

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

Is this Will Graham?

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]

[ 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?

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?

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".]

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

[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

Hello, Will?

Can... I ask you something?

[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...]

There's only three of us, now.

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?]

You've been busy, Officer Graham.

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

Freddie Lounds.

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

Edited 2015-03-28 14:23 (UTC)

Whoops.

[ 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...?

[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?

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

[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.

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.]

Edited 2015-04-11 15:16 (UTC)

[ 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.

[ 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?

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