IC Contact

[garbagechild]

"... So I just talk? I start talking? .... Now? ... What's the light mean? ... Oh! HI, I'M WRATH, THIS IS MY MAIL VOICE, PLEASE LEAVE A--" BEEP.


[OOC: Want to thread with me but don't have a current post to do it on? Wanna send Wrath a private message? Wanna prank-call him in the middle of the night and then instantly regret it as he dials you back over and over and yells "Hello? HELLO?" into the mic? Pop a thread on here with the IC date and time and let's get playing!]

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[garbagechild]

<sub>[FORTUNATELY, Wrath happens to have his 'Gear on hand.]

[I say 'fortunately' because half the time, calling Wrath is gambling with fate. He leaves it behind while running off to play constantly.]

[But today... fate is in Envy's favor.]

[The video blips on, and there's Wrath!]

[He is distinctly NOT tiny, and he squints and tilts his head. He's already encountered Lust this morning, so he knows what's going on... but you never know over the tiny 'Gear screen!]</sub>

Are you small or just far away?

[exeggutorhead]

[While it's a relief to see Wrath not tiny--who KNOWS what would happen?--it'd be a lie to say that Envy's not a little jealous.]

[This has been a hell of a morning already, and that's just from getting out of the sleeping bag.]

What--of course I'm small, if I wasn't I'd be holding the 'Gear like normal.

What's going on over there?

[garbagechild]

<sub>[A tiny Wrath would probably just straight up NEVER BE FOUND until everyone turned back to normal and suddenly there would be a thrashing lump clawing its way upwards out of the lawn or something. Or jammed into a vent somewhere in the house.]

[Either way, he seems surprisingly calm given what's been happening, and as he's speaking, there's a crackle of plastic as he very nonchalantly unwraps a stick of string-cheese.]</sub>

Lust is small too.

She doesn't like it very much.

I'm still big, though.

She told me to sit here for awhile to make sure I don't step on her.

_{[He bites off the top of the string cheese without bothering to peel any strips off. Like an animal.]}

[exeggutorhead]

Yeah, do that. Sit right there.

What about Henry? Was he at the house when this happened?

[Hopefully he hadn't been walking home from work in the middle of the night when it hit--when had it hit?]

[garbagechild]

Oh, yeah.

Your fat yellow rat went by with him awhile ago.

_{[Guglhopf ate Henry, Envy.]}

[exeggutorhead]

[...oh god what if Guglhopf did eat Henry. What if he'd decided he looked like a cookie or something??]

...was he hurt or anything? Did you talk to him?

[garbagechild]

Mm... no.

He seemed busy.

_{[He polishes off the rest of the cheese stick, then reaches for another one.]}