Logs:Generation 🔇
| Generation 🔇 | |
|---|---|
| Dramatis Personae | |
| In Absentia | 2024-11-16 "I just want to talk." |
| Location
An honest-to-God phone call | |
It is a The phone rings once, twice -- it doesn't go to voicemail, though. When it picks up it's also definitely not Jax's voice on the line, but Ryan's, aggressively bright. "You know Jax is a millennial, right?" "Hey, Ryan," there's not actually a question mark at this but it has a definite quizzical tone even in Scott's generally toneless voice. "Jax there?" "It's Saturday morning, man. I really doubt he wants to take a phone call from the --" Ryan's voice is losing the brightness to its edge, leaving it with just edge. "-- well, guess you aren't any kind of boss anymore, thank God. I'm sure your paperwork can wait till Monday." "I'm not calling about paperwork, I just want to talk. Is he still asleep?" The very brief note of questioning has dropped away again, leaving Scott with his usual brusque, businesslike affect. "He's fucking tired, man. His kid just died. He's sick as hell without his light, getting it back might fucking kill him, a bunch of ex-Prometheus kapos spent weeks roughing him up, this whole damn incident made the crazy-ass death threats spike again. The last thing he needs right now is a bunch of assimilationist cowards dragging him down more." Ryan's voice is controlled, but not quite enough so to stop the edges of disgust bleeding into it. "Whatever further BS you're trying to peddle -- he's better off without it." There is a little bit of a pause, before Scott replies. Again: "I just want to talk." "You have his email," Ryan answers, clipped. "I'll tell him you called." Beep. Surely 10:30 is late enough, on a Saturday morning, to call again? This basically isn't even morning anymore. Ring, ring. This time, the call goes straight to voicemail. | |
