003. Voice -> Video

[secretlabtech]

Let me tell you a story about someone not much unlike yourselves; a man taken from his home, pulled across space and time like some cheap 90s science fiction subplot to a little city called Siren's Port. Abducted, he nonetheless did everything that he could think of to fit in. He made sacrifices, got a job, changed his whole outlook on life, even accepted that vampires were real. His only family in the whole world were at home waiting for him, for better or for worse, but despite that he soldiered on.

The only thing he wanted to make life on this crazy island better was a real medianoche sandwich. Glazed ham, roast pork, pickles, and Swiss cheese pressed between two slices of Cuban bread slathered with yellow mustard. It took him months to find a place on the wretched island that could make it, slow roasting the pork, baking the bread in a hot stone oven, even using a proper plancha. The smell of the sandwich wafted toward him in this hard-working refugees' lunchbreak, tempting him away from the stuffy office he worked in with the broken air conditioner, slaving away so that the streets could be safe for everyone else.

So imagine his horror when he was served not the delicious sandwich that had been haunting his dreams for months, but this:

[ Abruptly Dexter switches to video, showing - you guessed it - a plate full of candy corn. He sweeps the camera back around to face him. ]

When a man is hungry, a man wants his sandwich. Is that too much to ask?

Comments

voice/private

[magnetic_magpie]

Well, you know what they say - if not for bad luck.

I can't say I'd enjoy your favorite sandwich but I hope Loki leaves the place alone for you from now on.

[He'll try to talk to him.]

voice/private

[secretlabtech]

Well, I hope we can come to some sort of arrangement.

So long as he doesn't banish them forever, I think I can manage to wait one more day, regardless.

voice/private

[magnetic_magpie]

I'm sure we can. Loki is...he's Loki. But he isn't unreasonable.

No, he's done this before - everything will be back to normal within a twenty-four hour period.

[Does he sound like a slightly annoyed, slightly proud father? Because he is.]

voice/private

[secretlabtech]

Twenty-four hours with only candy corn to eat still seems hard to me. Harrison hasn't got that far with his sweet-tooth yet.

voice/private

[magnetic_magpie]

Loki isn't human and doesn't fully understand human dietary needs. It's something I'm working on.

I'm exempted, he knows I'm not fond of sweets, so I can pass some food out to others.

voice/private

[secretlabtech]

Then do you mind if I drop by? A rumbly stomach makes for a useless blood spatter analyst.

voice/private

[magnetic_magpie]

Of course.

[He texts over the address to the HoA.]

I'm going to have a chat with him but then I'm free.