crowspace | OC voicetesting.

[A: the internet]

[The internet is a wonderful thing. It lets Gershom interact with other people without having to be covered head to toe, always fearful that he might have to flee this town just like all the others before.

Like anyone who exists on the internet, especially anyone who exists on the internet 24/7, he has a Twitter.]

What is happening on Twitter? I've been reading the Mishnah all morning, can someone explain the drama to me?

[With appropriate cat gif.]

[B: the apartment... door]
[Whatever reason you have to be outside Gershom's apartment door - selling Girl Scout cookies? Canvassing? One of his neighbors was murdered and you're a police detective who wants details? - it's definitely locked.]

Who is it? Erm, I can't answer the door, I'm very sick.

[He doesn't sound sick, but then again, a door between you and him muffles things somewhat.]

[C: the apartment]
[As one of the few people Gershom knows who knows about the lich thing, you're allowed inside. Gershom is in his cat pajamas, wringing his skeletal hands together.]

I would've changed clothes but my nice outfit has a honey stain on it - um, can I get you something? Books? Some music to put on? ...Books?

[D: wildcard]
[I don't know what I'm doing, if you know what you're doing then fuck you.]

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I just came to see you - no need to fret or try to think of things to entertain me. [ His smile is easy, his tone warm. ] Are you doing well, Gershom?

[The internet is great for that, isn't it? While Charlie can shed his tail for short periods of time, it's still so much easier to just live online.]

Oh man, where do I even start

Someone posted a photo of their cat dyed rainbow colors and it started a war basically

Here

Edited (So many spaces) 2019-10-17 15:40 (UTC)

Right, of course, of course...

[No matter how many times Ekkehardt tells him he's here for his company, Gershom will never stop fretting about having him over.]

As well as ever? Nothing particularly exciting to report since your last visit. [Such is his life - if he can say that about his existence - when Ekkehardt's visits are most of his interaction in person.] What about you?

That has to be Photoshopped, nu? What is there to fight about?

[AU where instead of getting isekai'd, Momo got picked up by social services and a group home stands in for the IDF base? I don't know.

The voice on the other end sighs.]

Aww, okay. Are you sure you don't wanna buy some magazine subscriptions? It's a fundraiser for school.

I'd like to, but I don't think I can afford it...

[His salary shouldn't be enough to live on, except for the part where he doesn't need food or drink. It's still pretty low.]

[The pout and slump against the door are audible.]

Sorry. I guess it's hard doing this in this end of town, but I bet the rich neighbourhoods all have the kids from their schools going around already. Do you think?

I don't know. Are there rich neighborhoods around here?

[He's... very much not connected to the outside, aside from the occasional news story on his Twitter feed. They could tear down the other apartments and he wouldn't notice.]

Not around here, but I bet the train isn't too far. Or Cami-nee could take me, but she's always too busy to ask. I think she's in IB every class.

IB?

[he hasn't gone to school in like a thousand years, he is not hip with the lingo]

It's this thing with harder classes. It's really impressive to universities, I guess.

Oh, nothing much. [ *Nothing he actually feels he could talk about without possibly implicitly putting Gershom in danger or worrying him too much. ] Taking more photos, mostly. I found a nice spot by the river the other day - it's nesting season down there now.

If all goes well, then in a couple of weeks I can take some pictures of ducklings for you. Do let me know if there's anything else you particularly want to see, though, and I'll try my best to find it.

[What do you mean, other liches have more dangerous lives than Gershom does? Sounds fake.

The spots of color that pass for Gershom's eyes now light up when he mentions the ducklings.] Thank you - I didn't realize it was that time of year already.

[Not that it would make a difference to him without Ekkehardt: animals don't like him. Animals that are protective of their young really don't like him.]

If it isn't too much trouble, do you think you could find a bird?

Nu, of course it's about university. Back in my day...

[Well, back in his day you could only go to school if you were super rich or had a wealthy patron who would fund that. This is better.]

Good luck to your friend.

Thanks. I'll tell her! I think Cami-nee could probably get into whatever school she wants. Some people work really hard.

[ ...Ambrosine isn't particularly pleased about being spirited off to parts unknown either, but there's certain things she's doing about it. Like actually walking around and exploring her surroundings.

And then she comes home and there's a lump under the covers of one of the beds. What the fuck.

...actually, wait, has her roommate been out at all today? ]

You're going to smother yourself like that, you know.

[Gershom is definitely not okay with this. He doesn't leave his apartment more than twice a year. He hasn't had a roommate for a thousand years, give or take. His current apartment doesn't even have windows in case Google Earth catches something - he is absolutely 100% not okay with this at all.

In this situation, the fact that he's rooming with a woman is the least of his concerns.

Muffled under the covers:] I'm fine, thank you.

Are there many good schools around here?

[He just. Has no idea.]

You were there when I left.

Have you moved at all in the five hours since then?

Edited 2019-10-19 09:47 (UTC)

...Yes.

[This is a lie. He's not a very good liar.]

And where did you go?

[ Said in the exact tone of a mom who's caught her children lying and is now picking at the inconsistencies. ]

[Um. He didn't think that far.] To the kitchen?

[She just sighs and snaps her fingers, whispering an incantation and oh hi she might be trying to pull off the blanket with a Mage Hand now.]

[Well, he has no knowledge of magic or any idea how a counterspell would work, if he even recognized a spell and reacted in time. So there goes the blanket, and here is a skeleton in cat patterned pajamas.

He looks, frankly, terrified.]

I - I-

[He can't even say 'I can explain'. What explanation could there be?]

[There's a magical spectral skeleton hand holding the blanket, Gershom, For what it's worth, Ambrosine looks completely unfazed.]

Oh, thank the gods.

I was beginning to think it was much worse.

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