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lovemykilt) wrote2011-10-24 03:32 pm
lovemykilt) wrote2011-10-24 03:32 pm
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Manila, the Philippines, a Monday that corresponds neatly with Fandom time
Priestly arrived back on the street where he'd spent the last few weeks earning cash dishing out glass noodles to discover that Grody and his noodle cart had relocated.
As, in fact, had every other noodle cart in the area. Which unfortunately meant Priestly was broke, and without a clear means of making any extra cash. He wandered around the city for a bit, his worldly belongings all stuffed into his pack (the hostel wanted more money to put him up for the night, what was up with that?) before concluding that he really was going to have to call home and ask his mom to wire him some more money.
"We're sorry," said the mechanical woman's voice on the other end of the line. "The number you've reached is not in service."
Priestly checked his phone. It was the right number. He hadn't gone over his minutes, and he had service here in Manila. He'd even gotten the country codes right. He tried another number.
"Beach City Grill, subs by the inch."
"Tish! Oh thank god."
"Who is this?"
"You're hilarious. Is Trucker there?"
He could practically hear Tish's smirk. "Oh, it's you. Sorry, Priestly, he hasn't come in, yet. It's not even noon, yet."
Priestly cursed. Right, time zones. "Look, can you give him a message? I'm kinda in a jam, here, and my mom's number's not working for some reason."
"Your who?"
Priestly went cold. "Tish, that's not funny."
"I'm not trying to be."
Priestly scowled. "Is Jen there? I need to talk to someone who doesn't get her jollies messing with men." There was a crackle as the phone was shuffled around on the other end, then Jen picked up.
"Priestly?"
"Yeah, it's me. Look, did my mom say anything to you about changing her phone number?"
There was a pause on the other end. Priestly found himself holding his breath.
"Priestly, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I just need to talk to my mother."
"You don't have a mother." A pause, then: "Priestly? Priestly, are you there?"
Priestly only managed to let out a short squeak. He heard Jen sigh.
"Go find a Western Union. Tish and I are going to wire you some money, okay? I think it's time for you to come home."
"Yeah." Priestly swallowed. "Okay. I need to make another call. Bye."
"Wait, Priestly, don't hang --"
Priestly hung up and stared at his phone. That wasn't a prank. Asking about his mom had apparently freaked Jen and Tish out enough that they were offering to send him money.
"What the hell is going on?"
[ooc: establishing, phase two in Ten Inch Hero land is a go. And I'm evil.]
As, in fact, had every other noodle cart in the area. Which unfortunately meant Priestly was broke, and without a clear means of making any extra cash. He wandered around the city for a bit, his worldly belongings all stuffed into his pack (the hostel wanted more money to put him up for the night, what was up with that?) before concluding that he really was going to have to call home and ask his mom to wire him some more money.
"We're sorry," said the mechanical woman's voice on the other end of the line. "The number you've reached is not in service."
Priestly checked his phone. It was the right number. He hadn't gone over his minutes, and he had service here in Manila. He'd even gotten the country codes right. He tried another number.
"Beach City Grill, subs by the inch."
"Tish! Oh thank god."
"Who is this?"
"You're hilarious. Is Trucker there?"
He could practically hear Tish's smirk. "Oh, it's you. Sorry, Priestly, he hasn't come in, yet. It's not even noon, yet."
Priestly cursed. Right, time zones. "Look, can you give him a message? I'm kinda in a jam, here, and my mom's number's not working for some reason."
"Your who?"
Priestly went cold. "Tish, that's not funny."
"I'm not trying to be."
Priestly scowled. "Is Jen there? I need to talk to someone who doesn't get her jollies messing with men." There was a crackle as the phone was shuffled around on the other end, then Jen picked up.
"Priestly?"
"Yeah, it's me. Look, did my mom say anything to you about changing her phone number?"
There was a pause on the other end. Priestly found himself holding his breath.
"Priestly, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I just need to talk to my mother."
"You don't have a mother." A pause, then: "Priestly? Priestly, are you there?"
Priestly only managed to let out a short squeak. He heard Jen sigh.
"Go find a Western Union. Tish and I are going to wire you some money, okay? I think it's time for you to come home."
"Yeah." Priestly swallowed. "Okay. I need to make another call. Bye."
"Wait, Priestly, don't hang --"
Priestly hung up and stared at his phone. That wasn't a prank. Asking about his mom had apparently freaked Jen and Tish out enough that they were offering to send him money.
"What the hell is going on?"
[ooc: establishing, phase two in Ten Inch Hero land is a go. And I'm evil.]