The Morning After (Voice)

[unrecovered]

[Late morning after this 3 AM nightmare, Wash gets on the network sounding both frustrated and vindicated.]

To anyone who received a 3 AM wakeup call last night: I want to apologize on behalf of the idiot making the calls, even though I had nothing to do with it, and let you know that the problem has been...taken care of.

[Wash has Reaper trapped the shit out of every door to York's part of the hab deck. The traps are visible from the outside, so visitors know to avoid them, but not from the inside, where York currently is.]

Comments

[whyarewehere]

....What'd I miss? Who'd you kill?

[unrecovered]

[...well shit, that can be interpreted multiple ways, can't it.]

No one's dead. [A beat.] Well, okay, I didn't kill anyone. Someone else might have taken a crack at him, I don't know.

You missed York, calling people at three in the morning and asking about dumb shit.

[whyarewehere]

Remind me to cross you off the three-AM-questions list.

[unrecovered]

It's fine as long as the questions are actually important and not shit you could google yourself.

[whyarewehere]

Where's the fun in that? Where's your sense of adventure?

[unrecovered]

Still in bed. It slept through that wakeup call.

[whyarewehere]

But if I'm awake at three AM over it you know it's good.

voice

[justice_from_above]

I owe you a drink.

[unrecovered]

Just doing my job.

[agnominal]

Was this really necessary?

[walkingballpit]

I never get late night calls. I feel so unloved.