muse: radio chatter

[coronaviridae]

Just an interesting little conversation between Bri and Abby.


[Radio] You send Bridgit Cascio a direct message: "[thoughtful] Can I ask you something, Lady Cascio?"
Bridgit Cascio sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Sure, boss. Whatcha want?"
[Radio] You send Bridgit Cascio a direct message: "I'm having a minor crisis over how much information we need to keep from our allies right now. Are you aware the Hunters have apparently been joined by a turncoat Robot Master?"
Bridgit Cascio sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "... git outta town. You serious?"
[Radio] You send Bridgit Cascio a direct message: "I'm serious. Intelligence confirms up, but I don't particularly want it spreading -- you know?"
Bridgit Cascio sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I ain't tellin' anyone. ... jesus. Someone drop a rock on, er, Rock's head?"
[Radio] You send Bridgit Cascio a direct message: "[dryly] No, I think he's always been this way."
Bridgit Cascio sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Christ on a crutch. So, information? I say tell 'em nothin' that's important. Give 'em public knowledge, mebbe a report if it matters - but more'n that is a bad idea."
[Radio] You send Bridgit Cascio a direct message: "What I'm thinking. But more importantly, they do have our allied radio frequencies. We'll need to set up another channel for communication with Repliforce."
Bridgit Cascio sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Mmmm. Might be a good idea. Jus' the one channel, prolly. Too many an' our heads'll start t'spin."
[Radio] You send Bridgit Cascio a direct message: "[grim laugh] Probably. We'll see how this plays out, then. I'll have the new frequency for you to distribute to UNED as soon as possible."
Bridgit Cascio sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Sounds great, boss. Frankly, I don' trust the Masters anymore'n I can throw 'em."
[Radio] You send Bridgit Cascio a direct message: "With all the past history we've had with their deceits? I don't see why the Hunters do, either. Rock needs to have reality pounded forcibly into his head. [sigh] Damn. I have nothing personal against reploids, but I sometimes get the feeling that functional immortality makes them careless when it comes to human lives."
Bridgit Cascio sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Nah. They ain't immortal. We've been usin' 'em for cannon fodder ever since they was made. I think they know they ain't here long, an' try to do what they can while they're here. Unfortunately, it translates inta stupid *(&@ like what the Blue Boy's doin'."
[Radio] You send Bridgit Cascio a direct message: "Hn. I ... hadn't thought about it quite that way, but that makes sense. Either way, it's a hell of a problem."
Bridgit Cascio sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I ain't often thought about 'em, but... I can understand 'em."
[Radio] You send Bridgit Cascio a direct message: "[thoughtful] So can I. I -- [pause] Excuse me a minute."
[Radio] You send Bridgit Cascio a direct message: "Well, that was interesting. I didn't know six year olds could do that ... [pause] You should have that frequency now."
Bridgit Cascio sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I've got it, yeah. [pause] Heh, heh, heh. You got no idea how much six year olds can get into. What'd she do now?"
[Radio] You send Bridgit Cascio a direct message: "[sounds puzzled] Got into one of those childproof bottles of vitamins. I can barely open those, I don't have /any/ idea how she did that."
Bridgit Cascio sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Emily can get into everything that says 'childproof', but not the adult ones. Go fig."
[Radio] You send Bridgit Cascio a direct message: "There's something philosophical about that. I don't really want to think that hard right now, though."
Bridgit Cascio sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I gave up tryin' t'understand that."
[Radio] You send Bridgit Cascio a direct message: "Hmph. You're smarter than I am."
Bridgit Cascio sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "If I was smarter'n ya, I'd still have my kid."
[Radio] You send Bridgit Cascio a direct message: "[quietly] What makes you think I'll do any better by Melissa?"
Bridgit Cascio sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Fer one, y'haven't tried t'kill her."
[Radio] You send Bridgit Cascio a direct message: "[still quiet] Not yet, at least."
Bridgit Cascio sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Then yer one step ahead've me."
[Radio] You send Bridgit Cascio a direct message: "I ... [sigh]"
Bridgit Cascio sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "What is it, boss?"
[Radio] You send Bridgit Cascio a direct message: " ... Nothing I can't handle myself. I'll talk to you tomorrow. [click]"


It's never fun thinking you might have to kill your own daughter. Or, worse'n that, having to talk to someone who really tried. GUILT GUILT GUILT.

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