Siren's Pull Contact

[classdismissed]

Unless you're telling me how to get out of here, don't bother. Unless I told you to call me.

... Which I won't, so yeah. A way out or fuck off.

Comments

[voice]

[limitedrun.livejournal.com]

Nothing that can't be moved around.

[[OOC: ... Crap. I have a thing going on with Edgeworth and I'm pretty sure he will actually be in the hospital by then. Run-in with a monster, actually. How early January are we talking?]]

[voice]

[rodeforthefall.livejournal.com]

I was thinking around the fourth.

((ooc: It's okay! When the Edgeworth stuff goes down, they can either ICly postpone or cancel or something -- Ikutsuki's not going to take it personally if Griffin's in the hospital!))

[voice]

[limitedrun.livejournal.com]

That's fine. What's the pay?

[[OOC: HAHAH He could take it personally if he wants, Griffin wouldn't care. But postponing or canceling would be completely up to you.]]

[voice]

[rodeforthefall.livejournal.com]

How much do you think your services are worth?

[[OOC: All right! I'll let you know once I get a better idea of what Ikutsuki's doing around that time. :V]]

[voice]

[limitedrun.livejournal.com]

A fuckin' lot, to be frank.

[[OOC: Okay! <3]]

[voice]

[rodeforthefall.livejournal.com]

Specifically.

[voice]

[limitedrun.livejournal.com]

Name your price and I'll tell you what I think.

[voice]

[rodeforthefall.livejournal.com]

[Well, that won't do at all! He was rather hoping to be told up front, which leads to his severe underestimate of an answer:]

Ten dollars?

[voice]

[limitedrun.livejournal.com]

Ten-- [He sounded like he was uneducated in these matters, so Griffin had been hoping that he would accidentally overcharge himself with his estimate. It would not be, apparently.] Tightwad.

[... Not that Griffin knew what to charge for this sort of thing either.] Five hundred.

[voice]

[rodeforthefall.livejournal.com]

Well, you know what they say! Money really doesn't grow on trees, after all. Two hundred.

[voice]

[limitedrun.livejournal.com]

It could here, for all you know.

... Two-fifty.

[voice]

[rodeforthefall.livejournal.com]

Two-fifty it is.

And as remarkable as a money-growing tree would be, I fear it would just destroy the local economy.

[voice]

[limitedrun.livejournal.com]

Mm hm. [Bored now.]

See you on the fourth. [And with that, he disconnects. Mr. Friendly, he is not.]