Musings

[call to k. west]

Ring.

[Locked to M. Main]

I hope you realize that you just hung up on someone who genuinely wants to make this work for you, and it was as a friend that I wanted to help you and you fucking nailed me to the wall for it. If you want to go work for someone else then fine, I wasn't being discriminating or anything of the sort.

I am looking out for a fucking friend, I wasn't asking you ANY of those questions as a potential employer, if I didn't KNOW your situation I wouldn't have asked any of them, and I would have sent them the same fucking road to apply like everyone else does. I wouldn't have even bothered taking your damn call because I'm so far up the bureaucratic food chain that dealing with hiring beat cops doesn't even come across my desk until the end of the process.

I was asking you those questions as a friend, Max. I wanted to help you. You insinuated money was an issue, I offered you a job while your application goes through the fucking bureuacracy necessary to get a job with the PD. You want to take me to court, fine. I'll quit this mother fucking job RIGHT NOW if one person comes and tells me I fucked up. That was the most immature and insulting thing that I believe has ever been said to me, and I'm dealing with a teenage crime fighter with a chip on her shoulder the size of fucking TEXAS. I had no idea you were such a heinous bitch, Max. You can stop asking to cash in your fucking favors now.

You want a job? Apply just like everyone else does. HR will get back to you with the next round of applicants in 6-8 weeks.

[Voicemail left for K West at Seattle PD]
West, it's Main. Listen, I know the timing sucks, but I need a job. No desk or nameplate - just a beat and a company car and the childcare the city provides to employees. My papers are military, but they should be good enough to pass muster. Call me back?

[filtered to D. Wallace]

I need your help.

[ Call to K. West ]

[Backdated to late last week, post-Blackout and post-Gwen house investigation.]

[Ring]

[ Locked to O. Monarch ]

Mr. Monarch,

Though we have yet to meet in person, I doubt that I am an unknown entity to you. And, lest you be insulted, your reputation has preceded you in my arena as well. I'm sure that Adam has told you about what happened to his and Rowan's cars last Tuesday, and I'm similarly sure that matters have not been cleared since then.

I request that you call me at your earliest convenience. My cellular telephone number is as follows:

[number here]

I look forward to hearing from you.

- Daryl Hockney

[ Locked to A. Morgenstern ]

[After her call with Orin ends.]

I was right I was always right I would say that your cousin is "unique" in false politeness, but that would be a lie. The way the gene pool concentrates in some areas and thins in others is astounding.

[Call to Q. Gaines]

RING

Saw your name floating around the boards. If you're the K. West I'm thinking of, you ought to know my name. Get back to me.

[After this]

[Call to K West]

Ring

[Landline call to K. West]

Ring.

[Over comm line.]

Bat? Please isolate.

[MESSAGE: ANONYMOUS/GWEN]
( cut for f-lists )

(afterwards)
[LOCKED: G. DAILEY/I. HUGHES]
Hey. It's Gwen. I'm sorry to be so abrupt about this but I've got a favor to ask.

[LOCKED: G. DAILEY/K. WEST]
Busy?

[After a full day of snooping, reading tabloids, and seeing creepy photo montages of herself, Daryl gets down to business.]

[ Locked to G. Dailey ]

( In which a whistle is blown. )

[ Locked to S. Walker ]

( In which Daryl misunderstands the Hippocratic Oath. )

[ Locked to S. Duncan ]

I am not pregnant.

[ Text to A. Morgenstern ]

I commend the ability of your sperm to fertilize my eggs without ever gaining access to my reproductive tract.

[ Text K. West ]

Before you ask, the allegations are false. There is no way that I could be pregnant.

[LOCKED: G. DAILEY/K. WEST]
Question!


[LOCKED: G. DAILEY/A. HENDERSON]
Dr. Henderson? I'm sorry to bother you. You wouldn't have handy those tips for sleeping better, would you?


[ISOLATED COMM CHANNEL: ORACLE/BAT]
Bat. It's Oracle. Are you free?

[ Text to A. Morgenstern ]

Which shirt do you prefer - the blue sleeveless one, or the green and white sleeveless one?

[ Text to T. Pecker ]

I believe I should drop Toby off later this evening. [...] If that is convenient for you.

[ Test to K. West ]

I am going to be out of the country until Tuesday.

[Locked to D. Wallace]

How goes? You want to go to happy hour sometime this week?

I am trying to teach puppy not to chew on things.

Tips?

[Locked to M. Main]

um Sorry to bother. But [...] trying to have stuff. Other than fighting.

[...] Possible help find job?

[TEXT: GWEN/KYLE]
Call me when you're free?


(not long after this)
[ISOLATED COMM CHANNEL: ORACLE/CORBINIAN]
[Curtly.] Corbinian. What is going on?

[locked to J. Corvus]
Because I was an idiot, my toaster got herself kidnapped. Please remind me why paying off the mayor to institute martial law and gunning down a city is illegal.

[locked to O. Monarch + R. Morgenstern]
O, I know you don't get it, and Ro, I know you don't care, but Daryl was kidnapped. If I'm not around 48 hours from now, raze the goddamn city. After this shit calms, I'm going to the goddamn Cayman Islands for a very long break.

[phone call to K. West]
[Ring ring]

[LOCKED: G. DAILEY/K. WEST]
Please remind me that I can’t shut down media outlets whenever I feel like it.

Shouldn’t. Remind me that I shouldn’t.

[Sent at about 11 am on the morning after the carnival.]

[ Locked to K. West ]
What is the protocol for charging harassment on the internet?

[ Locked to A. Morgenstern ]
We're being followed. I believe they're called "fans."

(as they discover the Quinnapping)

[OPEN COMMLINK]
[Quietly, urgently, and off to the side from everyone.] Anyone near [location]? Be on alert. Someone's got Q—Nobody.


[TEXT: GWEN/KYLE]
Quinn's missing. Cops are coming. Tell me to calm down.