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 Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 10:55 pm
"If... if I have all the t-tools I c-could need, m-maybe... is these every part? Every sc-screw, every piece?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 10:56 pm
"I'm pretty sure, yeah." Sid nodded. He actually wasn't all that sure, but they'd find out soon enough.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 11:01 pm
"I'll.. g-g-give it a go, but it'll t-take me a f-few days." Newt finally hopped down to fumble to his small tool box, pulling out a pair of small screwdrivers and needle-nosed pliers out and set them down on top, as well as various others that might prove usefull.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 11:03 pm
"Okay, well... I'm in duplex 58." He eyed all the tools arranged uncertainly. It wasn't that he didn't trust Newt's skill... It was that the typewriter would be hard to replace. "Just gimme a call about how it goes, then?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 11:06 pm
"S-so... wh-what's in it for me? If I f-fix your t-typewriter for you, I mean." Newt glanced up at the fish-man from his froggish crouch on the floor.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 11:07 pm
Sid looked surprised Newt asked. Payment, right, of course... "Uh, well... I've got weed I could give you. Failing that, I dunno, I could owe you one?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 11:11 pm
Newt looked shocked at the thought of it, but after a few moments of concideration, he fidgeted and nodded, "Alright. I f-fix your t-typewriter... y-you can g-give me s-some ah... w-weed. and.. um... ma-maybe something to... um... use it in? Or.. p-papers and... and s-so on..." He cleared his throat. He didn't look the type to smoke it, but Newt was actually a fan of the stuff. With his frazzled nerves, it helped calm him down. Unfortunatly he had to watch himself when he began to get parinoid. Yeah, yeah, that would be fun. He could do with some weed. "It's a d-deal."
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 11:19 pm
"Excellent." Sid grinned, winced, and extended a hand to shake on it.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 11:25 pm
Newt gave an awkward, but fairly self-pleased smile and took Sid's webbed hand in his own, giving it as firm a shape as they were capable. Webbing made things like that a lot more cumbersome. "Fif-fif-fif-ffff-fifty eight, you s-said?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 11:35 pm
"Yeah, 58..." Sid examined his hand again. Why did it have to be so difficult and flipper-like? "Not all that far away..." Feeling like he was rushing to get out again, he tried to make up for it by extending the webbed hand of friendship in his own vague way. "You can always just... drop by whenever. Or whatever. Y'know."
That said, he moved towards the door.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 12:04 pm
reserved for meeting Miller!
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 12:13 pm
Duplex 52... that was the one on the ad, right? The long-necked man chewed on his lip ponderously. It seemed his poor house-keeping habits had come back to bite him - almost literally - with the encroachment of a troop of ants and the occassional roach. Being on a top duplex didn't dissuade the little pests. The old food had gone out, but he was still finding the things crawling under papers or along trails in the bathroom. It was annoying!
Tapping on the door with a fist, Gaius only hoped the service advertised was legitimate... and he hoped that second part about 'meals' wasn't necessary...
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 12:22 pm
It was a while befor someone finally answered the door, and the round, froggish ex-janitor peeked through the crack between it and the wall with one wide, parinoid eye, "Ah... y-yes? M-muh-muh-may I help you?" Inside was a distinct sound of multiple buzzings covered up by the gentle sounds of motzart on a record player.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 12:27 pm
Gaius blinked. While he hadn't been sure what to expect... it certainly hadn't been the round, scraggly form peeking out at him. He stared back at the large green eye with a bit of confusion.
"Uh, I was looking for the extermination service...? Sorry, I must have the wrong duplex..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 12:35 pm
The green man gave a suprised ribbit, his expression lightening up as he opened the door further. He was still in his swim trunks and white stretchy undershirt, having not had the courage to call the labs for fresh clothes just yet. "Ah... y-you... you s-saw my flier!" His wide mouth trembled into a hopefull smile. "Ah... ah... c-come in! C-come in! P-please.. ah.. d-don't mind the mess..."
Inside, it was as filthy and natural debris-strewn as always. A half-finished sculpture, it seemed, constructed from dried grasses and sticks and things he found from the jungle lay in pieces on the floor on the way inside, the carpet practically hidden with strewn mud and suchlike. There was a distinctive, composty-chemically smell that permiated the place and seemed to attract hundreds of flying jungle beatles and bugs of various shapes and sizes, all climbing over the walls and what remained of the furnature. Sid's typewriter still lay in even more pieces than it had arrived in on the table pushed against the wall, small handtools scattered about the various parts. On the floor beside the table lay several of the bug-boxes he had created for himself and Natsumi, waiting for people to come and take them away. In the other room, he could hear the water running and cascading over hte edge of themud-filled bathroom, and it was a wonder it didn't leak to the duplex below.
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