[OOC] Lost Carnival Contact

[control_freak]

✆CHANNEL FREQUENCY: 206.18999
DESCRIPTION: If Foster hasn't lost his walkie-talkie, he'll answer you! If he has........ uh. Well. It wouldn't be the first time.

✉MAIL BOX LOCATION: There's no mailbox???
DESCRIPTION: Foster never checks his mail, assumes he won't get any, and is automatically unhappy to receive any on the rare occasion such a thing might actually happen. But you're welcome to leave it on his doorstep. Maybe his roommate will get it.

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[dontpokethat]

Foster, I'm not going to die. [There's a hint of frustration in his voice now, but not more than that.] I've just got to make sure Steven is okay, it's not a huge deal.

[control_freak]

Right.

[Ginko thinks he's frustrated...]

And last week you wanted to be as far away from fae garbage as possible.

[If it were possible to choke on the amount of scorn coming out of his mouth...]

I'm not sure if you're aware, but I've just had to go through one hostage crisis with Amsterdam and I am not nearly as excited to do it again as you probably think I am.

Whoever Steven is, you can leave him a fuckin' voicemail. Carrier pigeon. Fax. Knock yourself out, man. But pull over. Now.

[dontpokethat]

And I still do, but I've got to make sure Steven is out of the way of it all first! Besides, the fae already caught me, and then put me back. I think by this time it's safe to assume they don't want me, and I'm sick of just standing back through all this anyway!

Anyway, I don't have any way of contacting Steven long-distance. He has my number, but unless he calls me, that doesn't let me get in touch with him.

[Definitely still not pulling over.]

[control_freak]

.......

They did what.

[Foster... has a tendency to act stupid. For a lot of reasons. Sometimes he's kind of loopy because he's hopped up on pain meds, or high for the same reason. Sometimes he's just sick. But a lot of the time, he's playing it off on purpose.

The lower people's expectations are, the less trouble they give him about the things he does or doesn't do or say. And maybe that's a stupid way to live. So sue him.

But whether he's actually stupid or not, Foster is not nearly stupid enough to believe the fae would go to the trouble of capturing someone--deliberately or otherwise--and then release him again unharmed.

He has officially lost all interest in who Steven is, or why Ginko gave this man his number but didn't bother to get Steven's in return. Either Ginko is stupid--really, truly, absolutely, devastatingly, construction-material level stupid--or this phone call is just delaying the inevitable.

You can almost hear the exact moment when he disconnects from the idea of talking to Ginko like a person.]

Never mind. I'll figure it out on my own.

[He hangs up.]