Spinning Compass Comunications

[Dan's sleep-schedule is as messed-up as ever, and he's dozed off. His phone is nearby, and as "helpful" as ever. His voice is soft, just louder than a whisper, and he's very obviously asleep. There's about 2 or 3 minutes between each thing he says.]



...toc toc toc toc toc toco madera [singsongy]




¡sal! ¡azúcar!


sigue a la mariposa...la mariposa



proteger la vela

Obviously, Thursday's not going to be a good day for the meeting this week, so is everyone okay if we move it to Friday evening instead?

FUUU-[Massive splash]

( Hem, Rawdon and Shep, you have one new message )

( Bryn, you have one new message )

( Kat, you have one new message )

( Brenna, you have one new message )

( Abra, your uncle is poking at your brain when he senses that you're finally not Busy )

[An American voice can be heard over the radio. He has a voice suited for radio broadcast and sounds like he's done it before.]

Hello? Hello? Can anybody hear me? This is Joe O'Hara. I am sorry to have to announce that London is under attack, I repeat, London is under attack. The Jerrys are bombing London. Please respond. I need to get back to my station, I have an urgent report to make. This is of the utmost importance.

Look, I don't know how I got here. I don't even know where here is. I can only hope that I haven't been captured. And hope that this message reaches the right people.

Fight?

[The transmission kicks in while Hemingway is in the middle of singing a battle song turned drinking song. He stops, noticing he’s the only one singing now, and there is a pause as he takes in his surroundings.]

Gotta be shitting me... fuck- [a loud thud as he punches something.] Fuck! Clever... fucking... ah-oww.