IC contact for wethelost

[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

[Feel free to use this space for letter/package deliveries as well as visits/knocks on the front door!]

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[voiceinthephone]

Well, female master sounds awkward doesn't it? She and her sisters owned my body, what else would I call her?

[He sighs as he clears out a few things.]

[devoutish]

What were you, then, some sort of slave?

[Alfie asks, looking more and more baffled by the minute.]

Where was this - the place you were before here, or home?

[voiceinthephone]

Oh God the place before! [Whoops, didn't explain that detail]

I was basically set to die in my home world, got swept up and the word they used was "servant."

[devoutish]

[Alfie harrumphs at that.]

If they owned you, you were a fucking slave, mate. Doesn't matter what words they used to pretty it up.

[voiceinthephone]

...A [it's still a problem for Phone Guy to curse but...] "fucking slave" sounds about right to what I did.

[Hey look at that cake, it's suddenly so interesting.]

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[Alfie doesn't need to know the details to agree.]

How long have you been out, then?

[voiceinthephone]

A year since last March...everyone got wiped out in one swoop. I only got out because Zephyr found me before they did.

Was it similar to you escaping Norfinbury?

[devoutish]

No. Not to my knowledge, no. What do you mean, they got wiped out?

[voiceinthephone]

[A haunted look takes over Phil's expression as he cuts a slice of cake]

Murdered, sacrificed, no longer living. I dunno if my friends survived. One was stolen before the massacre.

[devoutish]

Have any of the dead found themselves here, alive again?

[voiceinthephone]

None of them as far as I know. I keep an eye out anyways, might need a good meal and a familiar face.

I'm sorry for laying all this on you.

[devoutish]

Well - try to keep things like that inside, and it all comes dumping out sooner or later.

[At least, that's how Alfie is assuming this is going down for Phil. He's pretty used to men being really into repression.]

You're wanting to stay here for good, then? Keeping an eye out for your people?

[voiceinthephone]

You bet I'm staying here for good. I'm not letting my old mistresses take me so easily...just like you're not going to let Norfinbury steal you right back.

For a mob kinda guy, you're all right.

[devoutish]

You barely know me, mate.

[voiceinthephone]

I know enough to know I can trust you. Don't be too much of a hard-ass...the fact that you're here says a lot more than your words.

[devoutish]

[Alfie gives an incredulous little scoff.]

We've talked for ten minutes, you've heard I'm a gangster, and you know me well enough to trust me?

[voiceinthephone]

Are you willing to prove me wrong?

[Phil isn't afraid of Alfie or any reactions that could with his questions. He'd be disappointed though]

[devoutish]

No, no, that's not my point. But you're overly trusting, aren't you. Were you always like this?

[voiceinthephone]

...Maybe...

[That's a yes. He let a serial killer in because he gave a good phone interview. He trusted and acted in good faith to a company that was blatantly hiding crimes.]

Yes, I was.

[devoutish]

You've had a long time to learn not to be, then, and you haven't. You're a lost fucking cause, mate.

[His tone is pretty jovial, though.]

[voiceinthephone]

[If it wasn't because of the joking tone, Phil would've been hurt. And part of him acknowledged that yeah, he was a lost cause.]

Hey, this lost cause can kick ya out if he feels you're being too honest with him.

[devoutish]

Ah, well, don't do that. This pie is to delicious to give up.

[He lifts his fork in Phil's direction in a kind of toast.]

I'd like to take some back to Royce, if that's all right. He's not always one for sweets, but--

[voiceinthephone]

I'm very glad my pie's worth it.

[He ponders for a bit before he starts to set up a small box of assorted sweets and pie slices.]

These should at least help him find one thing he likes. People have a sweet tooth whether they know it or not.

[devoutish]

Oh, I'm gonna find that thing if it exists, yeah. I'm gonna be cooking him up some of my own pastries, when I get the ingredients for them.

[He leans over the counter to get a look at what Phil is putting together - a little surprised, but genuinely grateful.]

Thanks, mate.

Wrap?

[voiceinthephone]

Anytime, and my kitchen's open if you ever need any ingredients. I know how much of a hassle some things are to get in here.

Save for alcohol.

[For all their previous bickering and discussion, Phil offered a kind smile for the mobster.]