two: voice

[fourcenturies]

[Adam clicks on the voice. He sighs slightly. When he speaks, you can tell he just really doesn't know what to think.]

I'm sorry in advance.

[You hear the tell-tale signs of a cd being inserted in a boombox. After a while, this song starts to play. All three minutes and nineteen seconds of it. When the song finishes, Adam speaks again, sounding slightly bemused as well as confused as all hell.]

So yes. Crystal, that's S Club 7. I'm fairly certain that listening to music like that is considered torture in some places.

Does anybody want this bloody cd? If not, I'm throwing it in the trash.

Comments

[fourcenturies]

I'm a bold man. There's a place nearby that I've grown to like. [and insert directions to a bar here]

[crystalia]

I'll see you there, then.

log/spam/assume?

[fourcenturies]

See you there.

log or spam? w/e works for you!

[crystalia]

_{( and she smiles to herself before shutting off the link. so not subtle, crystal. )}

[fourcenturies]

[Adam stood in front of the bar, leaning against the wall, as he waited for Crystal. He didn't know what she looked like, of course, but he knew what she sounded like. Besides, he was the only person outside of the bar. She would know it was him.]

[crystalia]

_{( And Crystal arrives in short order. She's wearing a knee-length yellow dress, black boots, black belt. Like most superheroes, she picks a color scheme and really commits to it. Anyway, she when she spots him she offers a regal nod of greeting. )}

Hello, Adam.