Private Contact (Foolish Mortals Archive)

[keyofimagination]

If you need to contact The Narrator, all you need to do is call out for him and he will appear in your proximity within a few moments. You don't need to worry about whether he heard you or not; he hears you.

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[anasty]

[ Now that she's back in her room and in the midsts of filling her tub with water ( that took an embarrassing amount of time to figure out ), she addresses her bathroom mirror at a growl as she fusses with her hair. ]

Alright Tall, Inky, and Blinky, who does a girl around here have to kill to speak to the Manager?

[keyofimagination]

[... He knows what's going on, but it is still slightly odd that she's calling him right before taking a bath.

Either way, hi, he's suddenly standing right next to her.]

Already considering offing somebody, I see.

lets go

[forgottenfounder]

heck yeah!

[keyofimagination]

[When Oswald goes to his room on Monday night, he'll find the Narrator already in the room, sitting in the chair and reading a book. He puts it away and stands up once he notices Oswald.]

How has the day been treating you, Oswald?

Tuesday 10/3

[lusito]

[At first, Joshua had assumed his weakened state was due to how much of his power he had already been previously expending back in Traverse Town. Using Rhyme's dreams as a portal, keeping the fragments of Neku and the others whole... but after two days of being here...

Well. There's only really one person that he can try talking to about this.]

Are you there? I have some questions for you.

[keyofimagination]

[In an instant Rod is standing next to Joshua.]

Yes, I'm here.

Wednesday late afternoon

[sentree]

[ Thalia is...in the coat check, after having looked through all of it for cosmetics and finding none. Of course. There's no way she's going back to Ursula empty-handed, so...might as well. ]

Uhhh... Narrator? Am I doing this right?

[keyofimagination]

[From behind her a familiar voice speaks up. If Thalia turns around she'll find the Narrator standing there, as if he was in the room the whole time.]

As long as you don't plan on destroying the clothes, you are using this room right.

[He knows perfectly well that Thalia is not referring to the Coat Check room itself.]

[forgottenfounder]

[It's late on Saturday night, that Oswald finds himself in his room, looking over some of the things he's written down on his notes. He seems to be concentrating hard, but sets it all down eventually and just looks frustrated.]

Ooh... How am I supposed to call this guy again? Narrator? What should I even tell him...?

[keyofimagination]

[Out of seemingly nowhere, The Narrator appears near the entrance of the room.]

That works perfectly fine, Oswald.

[forgottenfounder]

[....It's a bit early for this, isn't it? But just wait, he's got a good reason for this.]

Hey... Narrator? Ya there?

[He's on his bed again, a film reel laying on the sheet before him. He casts a glance at it, like it might disappear if he looks away.]

[keyofimagination]

[After Oswald looks up from glancing at the film reel, he'll find The Narrator sitting in his usual spot. He looks a little more confused than normal.]

It's a little early to be calling me again. Did something happen?

[It definitely wasn't a murder because he would already know about that.]

after the chandelier incident

[lusito]

[... Wow today just keeps going, damn. Joshua has left to go back to his room after all that, but after only a few minutes of being alone, he addresses the air.]

So Rod, I know you're busy, but may I ask you something?

[keyofimagination]

[The Narrator appears, looking more emotionless than normal.]

You may.

[forgottenfounder]

[Oswald doesn't contact the Narrator until Monday night. Odd, since they met last week much earlier. But Oswald was just hoping that he didn't think of it as odd.

Once more, he's sitting on his bed, feeling a bit more withdrawn then the last time.]

...Narrator?

[keyofimagination]

[The Narrator appears almost instantly, this time he's already placing a cup of tea on Oswald's bedside table.]

It's tea. I've added some whiskey to it, but if it's not to your liking you don't have to drink it.

[In the very least, if he thought anything was weird about Oswald contacting him later in the week, he doesn't let onto it.]

[forgottenfounder]

[Night after the second trial. Let's do this.]

[keyofimagination]

[When Oswald goes to bed that night, he'll find The Narrator already in his room, holding a cup of tea and looking unusually tired.]

I'm really sorry about all of this, Oswald. I truly am.

[He places the tea on the bedside table again.]

There's no alcohol in the tea this time, if you're worried about that.

WEDS MORNING

[nocasetoobig]

[Chip doesn't sleep very well. If at all. He spends some time cleaning blood flecks off him, looking at his wall, but...he feels hollow, more so than usual. He's had near death experiences before, this isn't new for him...

...but none of them were at the hands of someone he thought was his friend.

He ends up turning on the TV, Muppet Treasure Island playing for a bit as he rests on the bed before he sighs and rolls over to stare at the ceiling]

...Narrator? Could you...can we talk, a little?

[beat]

Please.

[keyofimagination]

[The Narrator doesn't respond at first, to the point that Chip might think that he's not going to appear at all. However, finally he does appear, but he still looks haunted by the events that happened yesterday. He can't even look Chip in the eye when he speaks.]

Did you need something?

Thursday

[lusito]

[After the trainwreck that was two days ago, Joshua is actually curious regarding their dear Narrator here, so--]

Are you there? I'd like to chat, if you're not busy.

[... He also has a game of chess set up though, so maybe he wants to play with the guy?]

[keyofimagination]

[The Narrator doesn't respond at first, and in fact it takes him a minute or two before he shows up.]

I'm not too busy.

[forgottenfounder]

[It's sometime after the afterparty. Things have died down, almost literally. Oswald is back in his room, looking... far more concerned then the last few visits, and for good reason. He's definitely more irritated then he normally is.]

Narrator?

[Let's talk.]

[keyofimagination]

[The Narrator shows up and he looks, well...

To put it bluntly he looks like he's half expecting Oswald to start ranting at him.]

Good evening, Oswald.

[forgottenfounder]

[It's Thursday, Oswald's retired to his room for the evening.

To put it bluntly, a lot has happened this week, events that Oswald still isn't too sure of. They have witches, and a ghost, and another person from the parks. Just what did this John mean to do with them?]

...Narrator, what's going on?

[He asks openly to the empty room. He doesn't expect a reply of course. But boy, does he have questions.]

[keyofimagination]

[At first, there is no response. While no one appears in the room yet, after a few moments, he hears a voice, but it's not the soothing voice Oswald might have expected. It's glitchy, and sounds like multiple people are talking over each other at the same time.]

O͏͘s̢w̶͜a͘l̵̶ḑ̀͡..̡.͠ ̡I̸͞'̨̧m̕͜ s̸͘͝ơr͏͝ŕy̸҉ ͏͠a̷bo̵̵͘ú͢t ͜͟t̡͢͡h͢͞i̡͝s̛̀.̀͘͡.͘͟.

[forgottenfounder]

[......SO LATE ON SATURDAY]

Rod, I think something's wrong. Actually, a lot of things are wrong.

[good golly]

[keyofimagination]

[Rod is still not showing himself to Oswald quite yet because he is very embarrassed by his current state.]

W͢h̨͝a̴͡t̡ ̕͘͜h̴̡͘ap͟͞p͜͞e̢n͘̕e̶d͡͏?̕͟

[forgottenfounder]

[It sure is a thursday night, and like these nights, Oswald is feeling restless.]

...Hey, Rod?

[He's not sure when he stopped calling Rod The Narrator, but it's easier. Closer.]

[keyofimagination]

[He's not going to outright say this to Oswald, but he is thankful for the name change. Maybe it's because it's simpler or maybe being called by a real name makes him feel more human, he won't say.

Regardless, he is a little surprised to hear Oswald tonight.]

..̀́.̷̢ Y̵͠e͝s̢,́ ̵͞Ó͢͞s͜w͝a̢l̡͠d͏̸͢?͢