IC CONTACT.

[nastygram]

"YOU HAVE REACHED THE VOICE MAIL BOX OF XXX-XXX-XXXX. PLEASE LEAVE A MESSAGE.

voice. text. in person.
texts and messages will go to one of three phones
1 burner phone - 1 burner phone - 1 standard issue phone registered to DoloresH4ze
NONAH, NC. #003

Comments

[nastygram]

[She huffs a short laugh, more at the question than Kitty's silent request for a cigarette. That she actually complies with, digs out a second and hands it over, plus lighter. Zippo, with a dragon on it, the kind of thing you'd get at a trinket store in Chinatown.]

I'm the strong silent type.

[rathercommon]

Yeah?

[ Kitty actually shuts up a moment as she lights the cigarette. Her movements aren't entirely smooth - she's clearly not a frequent smoker - but she manages. ]

A revolution is nothing without words. A revolution without words is just a... [ She gestures with the cigarette a moment as she tries to figure out a good metaphor. ] An apocalypse. Mindless destruction unless you sell it.

[nastygram]

[nts, get Kitty to smoke more because then she shuts up more.]

I didn't write the copy, Fidel. I wrote the code. But if you wanna get high sometime, I bet I can do the speeches from memory. Your supply. This will also surprise you, but I did not get points in school for sharing.

[rathercommon]

[ Kitty's brows draw down - ]

I haven't got a supply.

[ But, because curiosity is a powerful force, she shrugs a moment later. ]

But I want to hear the speeches.

[ And then, after a moment - ]

Also, you gave me a cigarette.

[nastygram]

Obviously I got the cigarettes off of someone else.

[She takes a pointed drag of her own.]

No supply, no speech. This is basic capitalist supply and demand, because like it or not, we're standing in a capitalistic hellhole, and I will use that to my advantage.

[rathercommon]

Actually, that'd make this a barter economy, wouldn't it. Capitalism sort of hinges on the existence of liquid currency.

[ A shrug. ]

But all right. Drugs can't be that hard to find, I imagine.

[nastygram]

[PLEASE DO NOT CORRECT ME WHEN I AM BEING SARCASTIC YOU PEDANTIC BITCH is what Darlene was going to say

but instead she just laughs.]

Okay, cool.

[rathercommon]

Right.

[ She takes a drag, then says: ]

I'd tell you where I live, but you already know, don't you. Come by next week.

[nastygram]

You're not as senile as you look. Congratulations.

[She flicks ash off the end of her cigarette, with a smirk. Then she heaves herself forward and tugs up the strap of her purse, ready to head off.]

See you around, old bag.