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[infomodder]

Catch all IC contact post for Will Graham at asgardeventide
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[Note: Will is unlikely to use video unless there is a good need for it. He'd be more inclined to do text until he's made a substantial recovery and becomes more comfortable with voice.]

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[tonsofpun]

[Immediately, Ellie starts laughing with him, a full-throated, genuine laugh that shows her age, dissolves into giggle fits when he keeps going. It's not often she finds someone to go back and forth with.

She tries to forget that the last time she found another punster, it was Moriarty.]

Whale, whale, whale. What have we got here?

We should scale back on the fish puns. I don't have any more for your name, but if I think of them, I will dolphinitely get back to you.

[infomodder]

[No, no, this is good—if he can go back and forth with her, can make her laugh more, lift the spirits, relieve stress, things could be. Better. For a little bit.

He's had his own run-ins with Moriarty; he wouldn't be surprised to find them comparable in more ways than one.]

Is this happening? This scampi happening. You can try to get me in the fish puns—anyfin is possible if you don't trout yourself—but you're getting in the deep end now, Ellie.

[It never ends.

Oh God, it never ends.

He sounds too pleased with it to want it to end, deep or shallow.]

[tonsofpun]

[And Ellie promptly laughs until she can't make anything but small gasping sounds, face in her hands, shoulders shaking.

She's needed this laugh.]

Oh goddamn. Fuck, Will, it hurts-

[infomodder]

[Will's grateful again for the magic here because if he was in the state he'd be in back home, had he lived, laughing wouldn't be painless. Hers sounds a little painful, but in the good, not because her organs are rattling around way.

So he waits for her to get a better grip, quiet, biding his time until it seems she's back together, and then, quietly:]

No, no. Coddamn, if we're sticking with the theme.

[tonsofpun]

[There she goes again, until she's wiping her eyes, wheezing.]

Why didn't you tell me you were a punster too? We could've skipped all that awkward shit. Maybe even the yelling.

[infomodder]

Didn't think to tack that on. Actually a better title than mine.

[Just about anything is a better title than his.]

That what you are? You want an Official Punster badge? I could make you one.

[tonsofpun]

... yeah. Make me a badge.

[She's entirely serious, too. It had better be awful.]

[infomodder]

[He goes quiet, puzzling it out. He's already got the design in mind (go figure), but there's one thing...]

What's your last name?

[He's entirely serious, too.

She is going
to get
the most awful badge
ever]

says word of god

[tonsofpun]

[Sloooow grin.]

Williams.

god bless

[infomodder]

I'll have something fixed and ready to wear within the week. Let you know when it's finished.

[It's happening, and if she doesn't wear it, he won't be insulted.

Because it's going to be tacky as fuck.]

[tonsofpun]

Is it going to be awful? Please say it's gonna be awful. I'll put it on my backpack.

[infomodder]

It's gonna be hideous. Already got it all figured it out.

[The worst he can make it, that's what it's going to be.]

[tonsofpun]

Just don't cover it in glitter. That shit gets everywhere.

[She'd still wear it.]

[infomodder]

[The idea of working with glitter is...well, glitter is a happy medium, isn't it. No.]

Not touching glitter with a ten-foot pole. There's not gonna be any glitter, don't worry about that.

[tonsofpun]

[SHUT UP WILL.]

Now I'm excited. We'll call it a... happy late birthday present or some crap like that.

[infomodder]

[RUDE]

Whatever works for you works for me.