Spinning Compass Comunications

[Text to Maryanne]

You will be pleased to know that Mackinzie, Georgia, John and Loki have all managed to tire themselves out playing. They offered very little resistance when taken to their beds. They ate their suppers like champions, you would be proud. I read them a bedtime story and they and are now fast asleep.

[Text Message to Maryanne]

Hey, how's things? You've been kinda quiet and I was worried. So I figured I'd try sending a message.

[Text Message to Max]

How's my favourite customer / bad buddy doing? Been doing more baking or getting more baked?

[Text Message to Reeve]

I've been working on something for a couple of weeks now. I got this idea to make a skatepark so I gathered up a bunch of scrap metal from Wheel 5 and I've been using it to make skate ramps and stuff. It's taking some time but it's so gonna be worth it.

So, what's up? How have you been doing?

[Steven's been caught singing again.]

So. I thought I'd give you a fair warning, um... remember that issue I had at the beginning of the year, that you were so very kind to help me out with? Well, in about three weeks, I'm going to have that same issue just not as long.

[Usually, if it's purposely done, there is a lead in, an announcement of sorts. But this time there wasn't the CB picked cut in partially in the middle of the song when the four individuals involved have their hands full. And it's just far enough away that it barely picks up the woman singing. Unless the voice is known it would be hard to tell which of the players it is.]
( lyrics )

[Steven's having a Billy Joel day, playing a few albums on his record player while he's tidying up some of his books, and his phone decides to broadcast him singing along to this one. He's really quite good, too. And has no idea that his phone is being an arse.]

[There was a shuffle of fabric over the mic, and a little thump, as if a well placed kick little had turned on the CB. It was followed by some silence, but pretty soon a muffled voice, not too distorted not to be heard. There was sincerity in the words, and a little bit of a smile at appropriate times.]

You know Mommy loves you right? Mommy loves you when you make right decision, and Mommy loves you when you make the wrong decision. Mommy loves you on your good days, and Mommy loves you on your bad days too. Mommy loves you when you're happy, and excited, and smiley, and Mommy loves you when you are grumpy, and angry or sad. There is truly nothing in any universe that would ever make Mommy not love you, in fact I not only love you, but I like you. I like who you are! I love listening to the things you have to say. I love spending time with you. I love being around you. Mommy made her mind up about you the day you were born, and there is nothing you could ever do to change the way I feel about you. I'm so proud of you. All of you.

[There was some audible sniffles, before more shuffled fabric against the mic, and the CB cut off.]

Taking pops for a beer to wipe that sad look off his, who's coming?

Hi. I've been told you do shrink work...

I have absolutely lost track of time. Could you tell Philip I'm sorry for missing class? And... I'll probably miss two more?

If any of yall have a problem with Elvis... Take it up with Eggsy he started it, I've been belting out 'The King' for four days. Enough for Mack to go, Momma if you don't get this out of your system... So I'm here to spread my ear worm to anyone else that knows his songs by heart.

[The music was clearly live as were the vocals.]

( lyrics )

( Text to Maryanne )

Dan Bucky FM

Anyone up around 5am would hear Bucky singing along to the song he's got playing on the radio in his kitchen. His voice would be in the foreground with the actual music a little far off since he's much closer to the phone than the radio, but he's never exceptionally loud-probably wouldn't wake anyone up unless they're a light sleeper. There would be small noises of him moving and working throughout and his voice would waver and ade a little toward the end. He's still oblivious to the CB until it clicks off

( Translated Lyrics )

[a soft pained groan, followed by a sharp intake of breath, and then very faint speaking, in a pretty rough voice]

Shocking hell...

( Text for Maria, sent after talking to Maryanne. )

( Messages for Maryanne and Sarah )

O Maker, hear my cry:
Guide me through the blackest nights.
Steel my heart against the temptations of the wicked.
Make me to rest in the warmest places.

O Creator, see me kneel:
For I walk only where You would bid me.
Stand only in places You have blessed.
Sing only the words You place in my throat.

My Maker, know my heart:
Take from me a life of sorrow.
Lift me from a world of pain.
Judge me worthy of Your endless pride.

My Creator, judge me whole:
Find me well within Your grace.
Touch me with fire that I be cleansed.
Tell me I have sung to Your approval.

O Maker, hear my cry:
Seat me by Your side in death.
Make me one within Your glory.
And let the world once more see Your favor.

For You are the fire at the heart of the world,
And comfort is only Yours to give.

Q, have you got me that helicopter?

Q, come in. Q?

What the...?

How far away are you from world domination?

[When the song started playing, the phone was clearly far away from the singer...]


( Lyrics )

You know, the viking had a point. And I know I wont be silenced. It just took a minute to get my instruments set up.

One of my sons requested this song.

( Enter Sandman )