023 - This is Not Right - Text

[thinkb4ublink]

[Slater is in no condition to go to work or do anything much at all. Returning to himself, he was left with a vague feeling of Del Boy's feelings and as odd as that would be in of itself, what Del had been feeling made him feel even worse.

It was only when he realised that his bottle had been empty that he pulled himself together enough to reach for his communicator.]

[Private to Hannibal]

That was your sister, right? Didn't make it, did she.

[Private to George]

Seeing as you're up. Get me a bottle of Paddy's whiskey. Actually, you know? Make it two.

No questions.

Comments

[orivate]

[cannibalmind]

[Hannibal's voice sounds quite subdued, but his tone is calm and polite.]

No, sir, she did not.

That said, I owe your associate a debt of gratitude, and since he is not present, it stands to reason that you should enjoy it.

Private

[thinkb4ublink]

[It would seem odd, wouldn't it, if he just wrote back. So voice it is and it's hoarse and wavering. He's not in good shape.] Sorry. Sister of my own.

[He had no malice for his sister in truth, she was just too... happy. Happier than him, so he just didn't talk to her at all.]

That's Del Boy. Bleeding heart. [Whether that's a bad thing or not, there's none of the mocking in the tone when there would be normally.] I'll pass it on, maybe. [The condition being he'll ever see him again. He doesn't know how likely that is.]

Private

[cannibalmind]

[His hands are currently damaged and he can't write.]

Thank you.

Well, around my sister I'll take a bleeding heart. As for you, feel free to call on me if you find yourself in a tight spot.

Private

[thinkb4ublink]

Ok. [He doesn't really know what to make of that but he's not about to question it.] Thanks.

[Private]

[19centconstable]

No questions?

...Oh, I suppose that's a question, isn't it.

Re: [Private]

[thinkb4ublink]

Sure looks like one.

Re: [Private]

[19centconstable]

That second bit was a question too, even if it was rhetorical. I'm sorry. I'm not very good at this game.

Where would you like me to bring it? That question is rather necessary, I'm afraid.

Re: [Private]

[thinkb4ublink]

Level five, eight.

Re: [Private]

[19centconstable]

Your room then. Alright.

...I'm terribly sorry again, but: would you also like drinking glasses, or...?

Re: [Private]

[thinkb4ublink]

[Lucky this is text.] JUST GET HERE.

Re: [Private]

[19centconstable]

Right. Yes. I'll just be a moment.

[Spam]

[And there is, eventually, a knock at Slater's door.]

Re: [Private]

[thinkb4ublink]

[Slater opens it, dressed in a robe and t-shirt with pyjama bottoms. He looks rough and blinks in the much brighter lights of the corridor outside. He holds out his hand for the drink.]

Re: [Private]

[19centconstable]

[George takes in Slater's outfit and luckily is not Regina.]

Were you in a coma as well?

Re: [Private]

[thinkb4ublink]

[He frowns at the incorrect guess.] What did I say about questions? [His voice is gravelly.]

Re: [Private]

[19centconstable]

You...said no. Of them. No questions.

It's only that I believe I may have fallen prey to one during the recent flood, only I can't be sure as if I did, I did so in my room.

Re: [Private]

[thinkb4ublink]

Don't remember no one belonging to ya. [He just wants to get pissed, thanks.]

Re: [Private]

[19centconstable]

Yes, and so I was concerned it may have happened to you as well.

Re: [Private]

[thinkb4ublink]

[Slater wasn't in the mood.] Right, just leave the bottles and go.

Re: [Private]

[19centconstable]

Of course. I did bring you some glasses. Just in case.

[George hands over the bottles and four glasses, because he's an optimist, clearly.]

Re: [Private]

[thinkb4ublink]

[Slater is clumsy with them, not breaking anything, but they clink loudly as he tries to put them somewhere. They wind up on a table in more or less decent shape. He grabs a bottle and starts to open it.] Somethin' you need?

Re: [Private]

[19centconstable]

I...suppose not.

[He continues to linger, but look: no questions!]

[thinkb4ublink]

Good. [Since he seems incapable of taking the hint that he doesn't want him there, Slater scowls and decides to just bring the open bottle with him into his bedroom and slam the door behind him. Yeah, it's the move of a teenager, but frankly, he doesn't care at this point.]

[19centconstable]

[George winces at the sound, and spends another few minutes hanging around awkwardly. He does eventually decide he's done all he can do for the moment, and that Mr. Slater probably needs his space. George makes the short trip back to his own room.]