7th Standoff ☆ Video

[cowboycop]

[Jake appears on the Network, still at his desk at work. It seems like a fairly slow day, because no one's getting on his case for not working.]

Howdy, Siren's Port. Reckon it's been a year now since I came to this here town. So there's that. Whole year's a lot to sum up, ain't it? But I figger it's been a good year.

[He pauses, scratching the back of his neck. After a little while, he sighs, and speaks up again.]

Also got a little problem for y'all. S'pose I... well, how would ya get somebody t'know you're sorry fer somethin' that ya shouldn't have done, but y'did anyway? 'Cause I reckon that's what I done, and I have a feelin' it's high time I should apologize.

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[Video, PRIVATE]

[beenwaitinglong]

[Diego's at his desk in his office at the prosecutor's office, obviously taking a coffee break. His eighth of the morning.]

Why, Marshall. How could you leave me out of this kind of gossip?

Permavideo, Diego's settings

[cowboycop]

[And Jake immediately shifts the topic of the conversation off of himself.]

Didn't mean to interrupt yer time with the java, hombre.

[beenwaitinglong]

She's growing tired of my company anyway. [Siiip.] Nice try, though.

[cowboycop]

Well obviously you need t'work on yer game, if she's gettin' bored of a guy like you.

[He thought by now the conversation would have steered clear of him, but, sadly, this is not the case.]

I left ya out 'cause I thought you'd laugh at me. And the way yer lookin', it seems like you will be any minute.

[beenwaitinglong]

Ha...! I'm not laughing. I'm smiling. You know what I say about lawyers and smiling.

[He sits up slightly in his chair.]

What happened?

[Video]

[demon_gent]

[The reverberating undulation of a familiar old pipe organ rumbles the NV, playing the New Year's tune of Auld Lang Syne. Black-gloved fingertips are seen fluttering across the keys like a murder of crows, having obviously rented himself out some time on a Catholic church's dusty keyboard. His voice is a fetching orotund that unites with the melody that he sees rather appropriate for the occasion. ♥]

♫~Shouuuld Ooold Acquaintance be forgot, and never thought uponnn; The flames of Love extinguished, and fully past and gonnne...

♫~Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold, that loving Breast of thine; That thou canst never once reflect on Old long syyynnne...♬


I reckon you answered your own question, Jakey. I knew you could do it!

lmfao you can have Gant call back if you want

[cowboycop]

[Jake listens to the whole thing, but instead of getting a response, the screen goes dark and the feed shuts off.

Yes, Gant, he just hung up on you.]

[demon_gent]

[The bug in Jake's phone goes into full activation. Instead of Gant bothering to call back, Jake's own NV does it for him!

He'd hear the old man's own custom Call tone!]

Ahoy-hoy! Oh you dialed back, how splendid! Seems this network's a bit shaky, innit?

[cowboycop]

[SWEET BABY JESUS IT'S POSSESSED-]

Well... well I'll be, I reckon so. Seems like it's still happenin', too...

[Click. Second time. Care to try for a third?]

[voice]

[madeinoblivion]

You say you're sorry. There's no reason to make it all complicated.

Permavideo

[cowboycop]

I kinda wish it were that simple. But it ain't, it's... an unspoken rule of our friendship, I reckon, and I crossed that line that shouldn't have been crossed.

Re: Permavideo

[madeinoblivion]

What, that you never say sorry?

[cowboycop]

Naw, I meant... what I went and did. And I ain't sure... how t'say sorry and make it be enough. Pretty damn sure we ain't gonna go back to the way things were b'fore.

[acemedium]

[WHAT DID YOU DO...]

Detective Marshall?

[cowboycop]

[OH SHI- Jake's just going to. You know. Pretend nothing is wrong.]

Er, howdy, bambina. You doin' all right?

[acemedium]

.... Detective Marshall. [YEAH NOT GOING TO WORK]

[cowboycop]

You got somethin' you wanna say to me, bambina? [He's not going to outright say what he said again.]

[video]

[underdogged]

Depends on what you did and how long ago it was. [he's still thinking small-scale, like slashing car tyres and stealing emblems and petty fights] If they haven't said anything about it, they might've already forgotton about it, right?

Permavideo

[cowboycop]

Somethin' I shouldn't - not like it's against the law er nothin' - and it's been a few weeks. But I... well, I ain't so sure she's forgotten.

[Thankfully Kaiji is correct on the smallness of it, but as for what he did - well, it's more ardent in nature.]

[video forever]

[underdogged]

["She", huh? Now all he can think is that he pissed off a girl on a date.]

Hmm. What did you do exactly?

[cowboycop]

[He awkwardly sits there for a second or two, shifting.]

... er... you any good at fixin' these things to "private"? I still ain't got that yet.

voice | private

[awakenings]

[Oh god, this is going to be embarrassing.]

One year anniversary, huh? Time flies.

Permavoice, permaprivate, Re-l's settings

[cowboycop]

[Yes, ridiculously embarrassing.]

... er... yeah. One whole year. Kinda crazy t'think I've been here that long. Thought I'd be sent home by now.

yeah all of that for the rest of this thread

[awakenings]

Most of us usually count on going home but I've been here almost two years now and I'm still here.

[She pauses.]

Do you want to be here, though?

[cowboycop]

... t'be honest, Miss Re-l, I ain't too sure. If you'd asked me two months ago? I'd say I'm damn pleased t'be here.

[Now? Now the rules had changed. Gant was back, and there was nothing he could do about it. Not while Gant was flying under the radar. He tenses up a little just thinking about him.]

But that don't mean I hate it, here in the Port. I'm glad fer my time here. I'm glad fer my time with the SPPD. And I want to be here, if not fer my sake, then the sake of the hardworkin' officers 'round this city. I want t'be here fer Diego, fer the little bit, and fer...

[A pause. He just cuts off his thought instead of saying what he was going to say.]

And I need t'stay here, in the Port. Got unfinished business I need t'take care of.