imfine1111one: (Not enough alcohol for this.)
imfine1111one ([personal profile] imfine1111one) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2017-04-26 11:55 pm

lawyer o'clock

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.
survivalistcookbook: (Glancing up)

[personal profile] survivalistcookbook 2017-05-01 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, it'll be a change from making bread.

[He gives a flicker of a smile, bemused but understanding. You never could be really sure who was on the other end of the line.]

Why don't you duck into [generic space restaurant] and grab something to eat. I'll meet you there.
survivalistcookbook: (oho)

[personal profile] survivalistcookbook 2017-05-07 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
[It takes Eugene a little while to make it there. Mostly because he has to fly down to the Meston, find a place that will rent him a vehicle smaller and less conspicuous than a shuttle, and scare up a map. Once a does all that, making his way to the restaurant is easy, and he hits up his communicator with one more message once he rolls to a stop on the chunky motorcycle-like vehicle he'd procured.]

I'm out front. Let's do this.