died8yearsago | Rosa's Voicemail.

“Hey, it’s me. Sooo if you’re still up for food delivery, I would love you forever. And tip well.”

[[from here]]

"The hell d'you mean by that? I don't much care what you choose to do with your weapons, but... Who the hell is this, come t'think of it? "

[[and it went here!]]

[[ and away it gooooes!]]

[from here]

"Hey! So here's the deal: I'm not actually open just yet, but if you wanted to come by, I can squeeze you in. You can bring whatever weapons you want. Personally I prefer just using my bare hands, but there will be plenty to kill or maim if you want to. I don't have my prices set yet, but we can just kind of figure that out as we go, right?

"Anyway, thanks for your interest! I'll see you soon, I hope."

[[and it went here (but you kneeeew thaaaat)]]

The tea she had ordered was terrible. It was terrible, bordering on undrinkable, but since there was no other tea... Anyway, Seivarden was going to call the shop and let them know.

"Do you even know what tea is? Because this isn't it. This is some kind of dried seaweed from some uncivilized moon in some remote system no one has ever heard of. Perhaps you should try it yourself?"

[Because I couldn't resist.]

[[and there it goes!]]

It had taken Vette the better part of December to put it together. She'd dabbled in building weapons before, sure, but the amount of tinkering that it took, especially when the only materials she really had at her disposal were pieces of scrap metal she'd scavenged from the junkyard, had been... impressive. She'd used one of her own blasters as a blueprint, though, had taken it apart and reverse-engineered it until she could put together something functional, and had even taken it for a spin earlier today against the snowmen, to make certain that firing it wasn't going to result in a blaster power pack exploding in Rosa's face.

And so, wrapped in newspaper with a tag on it saying, 'For Detective Diaz,' Vette had jimmied the front door lock to get into the MHA and had left Rosa's gift, along with a few spare power packs, outside her apartment door.

And then she ran like hell. She wasn't sure if she was being anonymous enough, but given the content of the package, she thought maybe Rosa would forgive her if perhaps the gift-giver was a little obvious. At least she'd bribed the squirrels to keep their little traps shut about this one. See? She could learn from her mistakes, after all.

Edited 2018-12-22 23:00 (UTC)

In the wee hours of the morning, even before the mass flood of flowers hit the town, a special delivery was made to MHA #3, addressed to Rosa. It was a box. A very large, heavy, but somewhat thin box, inside which she would find a nice, shiny, big ol' greataxe, with no note or indication from whence it came.

"So, I sent you that axe. I figured you'd had solved that case by now, but at least stop harassing Amaya, she's upset."

“Hey, this was supposed to just be a call to let you know I’m leaving the station in your hands for a bit because I need to head out of town, but it turns out there’s a bit of a... situation. Calvin’s got the details, but there’s an actual prisoner being held in one of the cells at the moment- if you could make sure she’s escorted back across the causeway? From what I can gather, she wants to go home, and... well. Hopefully the island will actually let her.”

It was a rather tired voice that reached Diaz's phone/voicemail. Hopefully she'd recognize it as Barry's.

"Diaz? It's Ween. I tracked down your boyfriend in that weird fucking dimension. He's fine and stuck here with a bunch of other Spider-People, that Miles Morales kid and a pig who has a thing about washing his hands a lot."

"It's called hygiene, human," came a voice that was obviously nearby but not happy with his description.

"I fucking know what hygiene is," Barry snapped back to whoever that was. Presumably a pig. "Listen they all have a hard-on about saving the universe but they seem to have it all in hand. He should be back before the end of the week."

The message from Annie was just flat out strange. So of course that demanded a response.

I haven't washed my hair in two days but whatever. And if you're inferring what I think you're inferring, I know I give off that kind of vibe but I'm really not into you. I'm happy to keep it at just drinking and... drinking.