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_{[ ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAP. A big one since he's left it laying around for weeks. :| ]}

Ow, damn it! Enough already! Didn't all those voicemails ta Yoshi count for nuttin'?

I'm fucking bored. Someone grab a skateboard and meet me at the park.

AN' NO, I DON'T GIVE A CRAP DAT IT'S NIGHT. We got flashlights for a reason, homes.

Figures when I get ta feelin' betta, I can't get outta tha hospital. Thanks ta all'a ya dat dropped by and ...

ta whoeva brought me here. I think I gotta fair idea, but ...

[ sigh. ]

I guess s'really official. Didn' think they'd take 'er away so quick. But I guess dat's what kin'na place dis is.

[ Sneeze! Sniff, cough. ]

... Augh, fuck. Don' start dis shit.




Tails, why aren't ya talkin' to me? I don' get it. We was fine.

Silva, whosis guy we apposta be helpin'? Tha roof looks kin'na ... high ... an' ...



Camo, maybe I'll take ya ... up on dat practice ... round, lata, okay? I'm feelin' ... kin'na ...




[ Thud. ]

... Well, hell. S'a good thing I got tha roof fixed b'fore all dis shit started happenin'. Now jes' tell me none'a you dumbasses are goin' out in it.

Camo, you all settled back in? Ya shoul' be by now, but I figured I'd check.

Now summin' fix tha sun already.



...

Anyone seen Rhyme?




[ Private to Maka; ]

Tails, he's ... not seriously gonna kill me, is he? He ain't talked to me yet. Da's more worryin' than anythin' else.

[ Zzzzzap. ]

Ow, shit, a'ight! I know, s'been a while.

[ Beat seems to scoot into the screen from the side, and suddenly the world tilts and twirls (as he spins the communicator) before settling on the dawn along the treeline. ]

See dat? Da's cool, right? Somethin' you don' see back in Shibuya. The buildin's is too high an' ... I'unno, man. Kin'na makes ya wonder.

[ Another view of the sky, the retreating night. Beat stretches out unused muscles and jogs in place for a minute before lifting a fist. ]

A'ight! Screw dis death 'n' destruction we keep seein' on tha Network, I'mma do summin'!

RHYME?!

[ That would be Beat, breathless into his communicator, jogging up the steps of Gohl and completely ignoring the night guard. He'll be waking you all up with his yelling, yesss. There's quite possibly a very loud crash as he punches a door down. ... Oops. ]

CAMO? YOU GOT HER, RIGHT?

RHYME. JES' TELL ME YOU'RE OKAY.


{OOC; Feel free to commentlog, Gohlfolk.}

[Locked to Gohl & Friends.]

[His voice sounds a tad strained.] Yo yo yo, I'm okay, okay? Chillax.




{OOC; Feel free to commentlog if you're near the hospital.}

LEMME GO! Whaddaya want?!

Heh heh heh. You've had this coming 4 quite some function of time, you zetta moron. I've reiterated this countless times.

Didn't know ya dreams involved me, Grimmy. Can't really say I'm flatt-- NGH. [Sound of impact~.]

I've been generous enough to give you several warnings about this solution, but like the |worthless| chimp you are, you ignored them. [Impact.]

[Groaaaan.] Sorry, didn' realize ya still had a spine afta it got crushed outta ya. Guess tha scientists really can repair e'erythin'.

I may have lost to the Composer, but that was > 9.5 months ago and I can crush you 3 x as hard as I did the day be4. [Crackle of electricity~.]

Clearly ya ain't gettin' da message. No one's scared'a you, an'-- [Hissing and a groan, extra static against the communicator as, presumably, he thrashes. ]

Inverse function, you braindead binomial. [More fighting.] You are |incapable| of learning. That's zetta obviously why you failed as a partner on w₁.

I QUIT as a player in week one, so SCREW YOU. [Pained sound, a steady gasp for air, more scuffling.] S-sorry, Tails.

[A laugh.] The only way you could have quit was by allowing yourself to be erased, you zetta moron. [There's a huuuuge wave of static. SAY HI TO LEO CANTUS.]

You dunno shit, do y--... Oh, fuck. NNGHH!

[Click.]




OOC; Takes place after this. Whoops. |D Beat will not be responding to comments, sry2say. He's busy being hurt.

... Now whadda I do? S'great we got a second buildin' an' all, but ...

[Locked to Pry.]

Yo, you gotta idea? We are crowded 'n' this'n, but ... you need me, right? [P-P'fff, don't think that sounds desperate or anything.]

[/Lock.]

[Sighhhs, leaning back against the cushion of Seifer's bed. It's comfier than the wall.]

S'Tails aroun'? I heard peeps was lookin' for her, but we sure she didn' jes' get pissed and stomp off? She said she ... wasn't gonna leave yet.

[Locked to Seifer and Hayner.]

F'YOU TWO DON' QUIT ARGUIN', I'MMA DITCH YA BOTH. And quit kissin' in our bedroom.

[/Lock.]

So what da fuck's goin' on? S'it a joke? Mamimeter said somethin' 'bout dividin' by zero...?

[Locked to Maka, UNHACKABLE.]

H-Hey, Tails? I thought'a summin', an' ... Can y'meet me somewhere? [Belatedly;] Please?

[/Locked.]



Shit, I hate technology sometimes. And fuckin' ... t'ch. Shiki, gotta plan for ya. Think y'can sew tough hide, like animal skins? Might be able ta compensate ya, somehow.

DOCTOOORS, HEEEELLOOOOO. Hate ta be a pest, but I been here a while an' ain't seen'a peep outta yas. COULD USE CHIP REMOVAL, 'KAY THANKS. Fuckers.

Wh-- Fuck.

[This would be his communicator ZAPPING HIM to wake up up.]

SHUT UP ALREADEH, I'M GETTIN' TA IT. Fuckin' ... zappything. Urgh. YES I'M JES' WAKING UP, SCREW YOU.

Fine. What does da public wanna know? Yeah, Boss died, move on. He's back. You do dat again, though, and I'mma kill you. [POINTS ANGRILY, SRS FAIS.] Kill you dead. An' you won't come back.

Camo, heard you cried. I'm callin' you Cammoe from now on. [Mockily;] You so cuuuuuute.

Hey ... Phones, you alive? Haven't seen ya skulkin' around lately. Dey send you back? Da fuckin' fruitcake, too.

Mamimeter, you bes' be stayin' outta trouble. [Tilts his head back blankly for a minute:] Augh hell, I need ta get my chip out. [Rubs the back of his neck and--

suddenly realizes he's beanieless.]

Da hell? Where'd it ... [PANICKED SEARCHING.] Where's...?! CAMMOE, F'YOU TOOK IT, I'MMA-- ARGH.

[Anyone wanna tell him it's sitting on the window seal right behind him?]






{OOC; I'm having serious issues with him since I came back. Sorry for the lack of updates; I'm trying to get back into him. Clearly Riku is a more dominant muse. For this little idea, though, you can totally blame mortuary and tosshi.}

Wh--

[Beat fidgets strangely as he leans against a wall from his room, obviously having just woken up. He looks over at the screen with something uncertain on his face. There's an item, small in his hand that he keeps away.]

Who did dis? S'dis a joke? It ... it ain't cool.


Or is it what e'eryone was yellin' about las' night...

Hey, Camo! I think I roped anotha one dat wants ta participate in tha struggle. Ain't dat right, Phones?

An' ta e'eryone else, I'mma kick all'a ya asses and take home da prize!

... Wha' is tha prize, anyway?

REMEMBA! TOMORROW AFTANOON, A'IGHT?

BE DERE!

[Locked to Hayner.]

Hey, man. Ya gotta minute? Need ta keep my promise, right?

[/Locked.]


So ... Apparently some chick's chip was da reason we was repeatin' our day? So t'night's actually da sixth. ... Right.

Whatevs, man. Sorry f'I missed any of my shifts at Gohl, and thanks ta whoever covered 'em. I gotcha back, jes' lemme know.

[Locked to Seifer. Slightly Hackable.]

Hey, uh ... I hope you feelin' betta t'day, Bossman. Don' beat yaself up--or anyone else--too much, a'ight?

I ... Uh. Nah, nevamind.

[/Locked.]

Camo? How's tha nose doin', bruh?



[A long sigh.] Man, s'too fuckin' early. I'unno how Granny got me ta stay here, but I ain't plannin' on bein' here all day. Tell me dis ain't another goddamn trick. I'm tryin' ta get back home. ... Well, what home is in dis place.

[There are whirring sounds, a loud muffled yell that sounds something like "SHIT!", and a resounding crunch. ... That may or may not be beat's fist in something.]

GET ME OUTTA HERE.



{OOC: bring on you pissy people. 8)}