lawyer o'clock

[imfine1111one]

Who: Apollo and Whoever!
Broadcast: Yes, in A
Action: Yes!
When: AT SOME POINT

[A: ILLEGAL SUBSTANCES

Sent via radio broadcast only, but honestly, his voice is plenty recognizable.]

Um!! So has anyone else applied to those delivery jobs? If you haven't er. . .don't bother. I don't think it's normal to show up, and then just, hypothetically, have them shove a non descript paper bag of moss at you with a smudged address on an index card. T-that said! Does anyone know of any environmentally friendly ways to dispose of a large amount of rare moss? Asking for a friend.

[Should anyone want to bump into him, he's down on an asteroid, trying really hard to figure out where to hide this. Maybe tossing it at the back of a fast food joint?? Who the heck knows.]

[B: A BOY AND HIS ROCK

LAWYERS HAVE TO EAT and pay nonexistent bills, so after former Questionable Activity, Apollo decides to take on a less morally ambiguous job. Pet sitting!!

Except the client has left him in the care of just. A really big rock, roughly just below half his size. It even has a jeweled collar. And of course, the owner insisted that he walk it. So, should you be taking a stroll on the Meston asteroid, you may just spot Apollo, trying his best to push a rock down a sidewalk, or is sitting beside it, angrily staring at it. Why this, why him, always.]

Maybe I should have stuck with the delivery service.

Comments

[imfine1111one]

--eh?! What are you, some kind of rock whisperer?

I forgot what the lady called it! I just know it began with an r, I assume because it is a rock.

[sylphid]

That's a good question. [With no answer from her. Again.

She stands, patting the top of the rock absently.]

Maybe you'll actually have to drag it back.

[imfine1111one]

I was already dragging it to begin with!

[A suspicious squint]

Do you have any merit to your suggestions, or are you just tossing them out there?

[sylphid]

Is there something here to make them bad suggestions? [Meaning no, no merit. But they're not completely unmerited... right?]

Besides, for all we know, one could have worked. You apparently thought so, since you tried them anyway.

[imfine1111one]

I tried because I'm desperate and want to believe there is some logical reason for a seemingly sane group of people to keep actual rocks as pets!

[sylphid]

Well, they are pretty low maintenance.

[Yes, that is what she's going with here.]

[imfine1111one]

. . .

Well, that isn't a lie.

[he can't really argue that!! A snort, and he stomps back over.]

I give, there's just no moving this thing.

[sylphid]

[........]

But you got it out here to begin with.

[imfine1111one]

Yes, and getting it back is proving to be much harder after spending two hours just getting it to this point.

[sylphid]

You'd better get started.

[And she continues to stand there, completely unbothered by any of this.]

[imfine1111one]

. . .

. . .

Fine. Fine!!

[well her unhelpfulness at least spurs him to try out of SPITE.

which means he's back to trying to shove it with all his might!!!

...it moves like half a centimeter]

[sylphid]

[She strolls over and crouches down, almost squinting at the ground beneath the... creature(?). Without looking at Apollo, she speaks.]

Progress? [Yes, it was a question.]

[imfine1111one]

SOMEWHAT--!

[ANOTHER SHOVE--it rolls!! A whole...inch!

And Apollo flops back over it, wheezing.]

[sylphid]

[She stays in her crouching positon but glances up at him.]

Should I call a hospital?