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[orangetoughguy]

accidental audio

[Look when you're trying to learn how to use this device thing there are going to be mistakes. This is one of them. Beep beep. Click.]

"I thought he died."

"No, he didn't die. They don't do that kind of shit. It's Happy Days."

[Beep of a button being pressed. Slurping a drink.]

"Well he disappeared."

"Yeah, they call it college. At least in TV land. Either way, after a while it didn't matter."

[More shuffling...and maybe the crinkling of a wrapper...then:]

"You seriously watched Happy Days?"

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[orangetoughguy]

I mean my fuckin' phone goes off with some fuckin' party line to a guy I don't even know. Motherfucker I'm tryin' to eat a burger here. How the hell are you people comin' in?

[Was that rehearsed? Maybe.]

[eiremagic]

Yeh're the one on the Network talkin' about Happy Days, boyo.

[orangetoughguy]

[Shit. The Network thing is true.

Double shit.]

I got no fucking idea about some Network and a City that's got no fucking name.

[eiremagic]

No one explained this shite to yeh?

[orangetoughguy]

Nope.

[eiremagic]

Fuck.

Okay.

This shitehole is called the City. For some reason people end up here, no one knows why. It's sort of a self-contained pit stop; yeh show up, yeh stay a bit, eventually someone yanks yeh back home and supposedly yeh don' miss anythin'.

Which in yehr case means when yeh go home yeh'll end up looking like a sieve, but that's the fuckin' break.

[orangetoughguy]

[He doesn't like the sound of that AT ALL. Now he's just sort of staring at the phone. Staring. Staring some more. Maybe he's sending looks at Larry too, before he speaks.]

Shit.

[eiremagic]

Okay, so, every few days there's a curse. No tellin' if one'll hit yeh or not, but they make yeh do stupid shite or turn yeh into stupid shite. Yeh sort of have to live through them.

[orangetoughguy]

[Rubbing eyes so hard.]

What? Curses like what? Fucking voodoo shit?

[eiremagic]

No like....turnin' into shite. Like maybe an animal. Or gettin' younger or older, almost everyone gets that one eventually. Or fallin' in love with someone yeh don' know.

That's the one that happened yesterday.

[orangetoughguy]

[That explains the streets looking like Miami on spring break.]

Okay. Okay, I see. Fastest way out? Don't suppose you know one?

[eiremagic]

No way out.

[orangetoughguy]

Fuck.

[Maybe she can hear the smoke streaming out of his mouth when he says that too.]

[eiremagic]

That's why I gave yeh a packet of food, yeh know. No money, no place to stay, at least I didn' want yeh to starve.

[orangetoughguy]

Yeah, I mean thanks for that.

[More bridge pinching.]

You got any idea where a guy can get money around here?

[eiremagic]

Usually people get jobs. Unless yeh're underage.

[orangetoughguy]

What is it like dollars? Yen? What? I doubt credit extends this far out.

[eiremagic]

No, they're these bright colored coins. They look like play money.

[orangetoughguy]

...Are we talking like red and gold and blue and green shit?

[eiremagic]

Yeah, those.

[orangetoughguy]

Sounds easy to spot.

[No implications here.]

[eiremagic]

And fuckin' easy to lose, too.

[orangetoughguy]

Got any idea what's what? I won't work for fucking pennies.

[eiremagic]

Yeah. Red's the smallest, like a piece of cheap candy. Orange is most common, probably like a dollar or somethin'; next up is yellow, that'll usually buy yeh a pack of fags. Then green, that's worth two yellows, then blue worth about 50 oranges, then violet's about a hundred oranges, and indigos, those are worth the most, about 500 oranges.

Me rent's two indigos a month, for example.

[orangetoughguy]

[He's writing this down as fast as he can while she talks in that heavy accent.]

Rent. That's a motherfucker.