Hyperion, Saturday Night

[demonbelthazor]

Bel didn't get sick often, especially since he picked up the nifty insta-healing powers in the Wastelands. But there were a few things that could still knock him off his feet, such as, unfortunately, the common cold. And said cold turned Bel into a whiny, cranky, miserable patient indeed.

Phoebe had gone to the store to buy a bottle of medicine for him. It was the most vile thing he had ever tasted, and living in the Underworld, he had tasted a lot of vile things. But he began to feel a little better, so he figured that more of a good thing was a better thing and chugged the whole bottle.

This could prove to be a biiiiig mistake.

Especially because his cell phone was in easy reach.


[For returned phone calls (hee) and Hyperion inhabitants, and brought to you by the fact that I am sick as a dog and high on NyQuil. NyQuil, NyQuil, NyQuil, we love you, you giant frakking Q!]

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Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

 

Re: Returned Calls

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Good thing that phone's within easy reach, since it's ringing right about now.

Re: Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

Bel answered the phone with "Do you know what it's like to fall in the mud and get kicked ... in the head ... with an iron boot? Of course you don't, no one does. It never happens. Sorry, that's a dumb question ... skip that."

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Uh, actually?" Bridge says. "I know what it's like to fall in the mud and get kicked in the head with a steel-toed boot, does that count?" Ranger training kind of sucked some days, you see.

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[demonbelthazor]

"Bridge!" Bel said, recognizing the voice from somewhere in the depths of his NyQuil-induced dementia. "How did you get inside my phone?"

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well," Bridge says. "It's actually very fascinating- on a "complexity per cubic inch" scale, cell phones are some of the most intricate devices people use on a daily basis. Modern digital cell phones can process millions of calculations per second in order to compress and decompress the voice stream, which is how you get me 'in' your phone."

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[demonbelthazor]

Bel shook the phone. "How do I get you out? What if I can't? What am I going to tell Xander?" He smacked the phone few times to try to knock Bridge out of it.

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Okaaaay, weird thunk-thunk-thunking noises coming out of the earpiece. "If I were really stuck in the phone, it'd be the work of an evil monster," Bridge points out.

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[demonbelthazor]

"Oooh, right," Bel said, eyes wide, not that Bridge could see that. "If I vanquish him, you'll come out of the phone? Will you still be tiny?"

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Bzuh? That message made no sense.

Isabel dailed Bel's number back, wondering what wackiness had struck the Hyperion this week.

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[demonbelthazor]

"We are Siamese if you please, we are Siamese if you don't please," Bel sang at the phone as he answered.

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Oh man. Who botched the spell and made you sing Disney tunes?" she laughed.

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[demonbelthazor]

"I'm sorry son," Bel said, "but you must have me confused with someone else. My name is Roger Murdock. I'm the co-pilot."

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Really? Cause you sound suspiciously like a friend of mine." Bored with school work, Isabel closed the file she was working on. Bel was much more entertaining.

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[demonbelthazor]

"Have you ever been in a Turkish prison?" Bel responded.

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Fortunately no. But I do have a harem girl costume." She might have to pull that out this Halloween.

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[demonbelthazor]

"Are you trying to seduce me?" Bel accused. "Because it won't work. I'm chaste. I'm a nun."

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Right. She's been drunk-dialled. Or something. No *way* she's not calling back.

*rinnnnng*

Re: Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

"Slide a piece o' da' porter," Bel answered. "Drinks, I run da' java. Lookie here. I can dig grease 'n chompin' on some buns and draggin' through the garden."

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"....."

That would be Parker's brain spraining trying to make sense of that.

"Bel?" She paused. "What spell makes you Jamaican?"

Re: Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

"No dice, Chicago," Bel said. "I'm giving the orders and we're coming in. I guess the foot's on the other hand now, isn't it?"

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"What. The. Frak." Parker held her phone away from her head, stared at it, then demanded, "Do you know it's 3am here?"

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[demonbelthazor]

"It's 3AM, does that mean you're looooooooonely?" Bel said.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"No!" Parker got up to pace, ready to get a portal to L.A. and strangle him. Also wanting a cigarette. "Are you drunk? Where are your keepers? And why did they let you escape and get to a phone? Sheesh."

Re: Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

Sadly, at the moment no one was there to snatch the phone from Bel and explain. "Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue," he told Parker.