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[yellbrush]

✆CHANNEL FREQUENCY: 689.86263
DESCRIPTION: The good news: Variss has her radio on her at almost all times. The bad news: she's usually not in the best mood when she answers.

✉MAIL BOX LOCATION: Mailbox on Door
DESCRIPTION: It's possible that there used to be a mailbox here, but all that's left now is a charred wooden box hung on twine. Leave mail inside, if you dare.

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[yellbrush]

[ variss knows it's there the moment it's left. it's not hard to hear joker as he leaves it, after all, and even if it were it's easy enough to feel his presence through the thin trailer walls. but she doesn't actually go out and get it until she's completely sure he's nowhere nearby.

and once she's felt out the words on it, she picks up her radio. ]

You. [ the word almost carries a threat with it. by now, joker's probably used to that. ] Explain yourself.

[pipers_son]

[It wouldn't be a night if Variss wasn't threatening him. Joker responds fairly quickly, although there's an easy going tone to his voice.]

Don't they give gifts wherever yer from?

[yellbrush]

There, yes. Not here.

[ she mashes the sweatshirt against the radio and rubs it slightly. you might be hearing some static, joker. ]

The lettering on this. What is it supposed to mean?

[pipers_son]

[That's... That's really not necessary, considering he knows what he left her, but okay, Variss, you do you]

It says Satan. [#helpful] S'the name of a creature from where I'm from that reminded me of ya.

[yellbrush]

Satan.

[ she stops jamming the sweater into the radio. well, at least she knows how to pronounce it and that it definitely isn't "sahtan" now. she pauses for a moment, thinks over what this could mean, and plunges forward- ]

Tell me of this creature.

[pipers_son]

[Oh god. Ooooh god. He should not be given this opportunity. There's a brief pause where Joker tries to figure how out blunt or false he should be before he responds.]

Big nasty fella with horns, connected with afterlife and all that, y'know. Doesn't care for any funny business, really runs things rough.

[Things that are... not entirely a lie.]

[yellbrush]

[ she's starting to get the impression that this IS, in fact, a joke at her expense. the fact that it's joker making it has a fair deal to do with this. but even with that, she can't back out of it now. a joke she "plays along" with is half the effort as a joke she is humiliated by. ]

...as long as it can finish what it starts.

[pipers_son]

Oh, absolutely. I think that might be the whole point, in fact.

[Well, this way works for him, too, so Joker can’t complain.]

Hope ya like it~.

[yellbrush]

You disgust me.

[ it's... kind of affectionate! sort of. okay, no, it's just her being pissy as always. ]

I will remember this. [ she's already trying to figure out how to humiliate him in retribution, after all. ]

[pipers_son]

Ya wouldn’t be the first ta say so~.

[And, really, he probably deserves it.]

See ya at the orientation tonight, Variss!

[yellbrush]

[ she chooses not to respond. she just tosses her radio haphazardly towards her bed and storms out.

what a prick. ]