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10: Video/Spam: Man, ain't no closure.
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[It's hard, if not impossible, to tell where Omar is broadcasting from: the only thing in sight is the wall behind him, plain and unadorned and identical to those lining the halls. If anyone happens to be on level seven, they will in fact see him sitting comfortably against the wall nearest the stern common room.]
I been told that I took a wrong turn 'bout two year ago and wound up in that port back there instead of where I meant to be, so I figured a reintroduction might be in order. I'll keep it simple this time -- nothing fancy:
I'm Omar Little. Some of you know me, some of you don't...
[He grins.]
Most of y'all will soon enough.
[Open Spam]
[One of the things that most bothers Omar about the change is finding out how completely the neighborhood, so to speak, has changed. He can live with losing most of his friends and allies, but he really doesn't like not knowing who's taken their place.
The upshot is that pretty much as soon as the port ends he can be found roaming the halls at all hours, just about everywhere he has access to or can get into. He seems casual about it, just out for a stroll here or a late-night snack there, but the particularly observant might note that he's being particularly observant. Every so often, he even takes out a little scratchpad and writes down a note, especially when he sees someone enter or leave a cabin.]
[Spam for Loki]
[And there is one person that he's particularly interested in catching. He didn't want to talk on the phone -- he never wants to talk on the phone -- but he slides into step with him out of nowhere one afternoon, voice low.]
You may not know me, but I surely do know you, Trickster.
[It's hard, if not impossible, to tell where Omar is broadcasting from: the only thing in sight is the wall behind him, plain and unadorned and identical to those lining the halls. If anyone happens to be on level seven, they will in fact see him sitting comfortably against the wall nearest the stern common room.]
I been told that I took a wrong turn 'bout two year ago and wound up in that port back there instead of where I meant to be, so I figured a reintroduction might be in order. I'll keep it simple this time -- nothing fancy:
I'm Omar Little. Some of you know me, some of you don't...
[He grins.]
Most of y'all will soon enough.
[Open Spam]
[One of the things that most bothers Omar about the change is finding out how completely the neighborhood, so to speak, has changed. He can live with losing most of his friends and allies, but he really doesn't like not knowing who's taken their place.
The upshot is that pretty much as soon as the port ends he can be found roaming the halls at all hours, just about everywhere he has access to or can get into. He seems casual about it, just out for a stroll here or a late-night snack there, but the particularly observant might note that he's being particularly observant. Every so often, he even takes out a little scratchpad and writes down a note, especially when he sees someone enter or leave a cabin.]
[Spam for Loki]
[And there is one person that he's particularly interested in catching. He didn't want to talk on the phone -- he never wants to talk on the phone -- but he slides into step with him out of nowhere one afternoon, voice low.]
You may not know me, but I surely do know you, Trickster.
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You could at least begin with a name.
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It's one that yappy little warden of yours could stand to learn, too.
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[He eyes him skeptically.]
Trickster I knew wasn't so tolerant of disrespect. That was something we had in common.
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[He had tensed slightly at the mention of turning blue. Why would he reveal that to this man yet not mention Mjolnir?]
What do you want from me?
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[He smirks.]
Are you attempting to get on my good side?
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Don't know, Trickster. Am I?
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That title makes me sound very devious...
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A'ight. Loki. You ever find yourself getting weary of your warden's cheep-cheep-cheeping, consider me a shoulder to cry on.
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[He draws the syllables out, makes it sound more like Low-Key. He turns to go without further comment -- if they don't have this shared beef, he has nothing more to say for the time being. He's never been all that interested in rekindling lost friendships.]