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[madteos]

[Matt had ventured into deck 12 today, looking for knick knacks and other miscellaneous items. While digging through the suitcases, he happened upon one completely filled with the letters of the English alphabet.

In a move that could only be described as pure genius, he stuck his hand into the suitcase, just to see if it was really full of magnetic letters. And yeah, it really was. Unfortunately, when he pulled his hand back out, it was covered in letters. He tried to get them off. But they only ended up stuck to him. Excellent There's one stuck to his stomach, there's one on his shoulder, his forehead, and his ass. Yeah don't even ask.

The comm clicks on.]

--stupid thing. A little help? Please?

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[ntjstapwn]

...What do you need?

[Audio]

[madteos]

Some help. Deck 12.

[There is no way in hell Matt is going to say what's wrong over the network.]

[Audio]

[ntjstapwn]

Uh...okay. Where on deck 12?

*He's headed there anyway.*

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[madteos]

There's a stack of suitcases. You'll see me.

[And the giant L he's got stuck to the back of his head.]

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[ntjstapwn]

You know that really doesn't narrow it down, right?

*Marco doesn't even know what Matt looks like, but he should be able to recognize his voice. He's reached the 12th deck and is trying to listen for the other man in person as well as over the comms.*

[Audio]

[madteos]

[Just look for the jackass covered in magnetic letters.]

I shouldn't be that hard to spot.

[He's stepping out into the open just in case he is though.]

[commentlog]

[ntjstapwn]

Mm..

*Marco thinks he hears that voice off the comms and heads towards it. He wasn't sure what to expect from 'I need help' and refusing to say what over the comms--most likely trouble, really--but a man with letters pasted to him wasn't on the list. He pauses and raises an eyebrow, supressing the urge to laugh.*

Matt?

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[muteforareason]

...Are you okay?

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[madteos]

[God this is so embarrassing.]

Sort of.

[text] ffff forgot my code

[muteforareason]

[She'll be very amused when she sees him.]

Where are you at?

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[madteos]

[Ahhh he'd really rather she not see him like this. But he has got to get these damn things off!]

Deck 12. By the elevator.

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[muteforareason]

[At least Jael can't laugh out loud at him?]

I'll be down there in a few minutes.

[It takes a bit longer than she thought - she has to take a break two decks up because panic starts setting in - but eventually Jael gets to deck 12 and starts looking around for Matt.]

[commentlog]

[madteos]

[Matt is standing by the elevator, shaking his hand, and trying his hardest to get the big purple X off. When he spots Jael, he waves her over with his other hand. There's a yellow S on the palm of this one.]

[battle-droid.livejournal.com]

[Someone is already on that deck with you, Matt. Zee outlay there, sporting through a few things. Her silver outfit is well and good, but she find humans react nrr to casual clothing. Since it doesn't seem as if shes going home anytime soon, she might as well stock up.

When she hears someone else, she stands to search for the speaker. When she does find him, she comes on over, pile of clothing in hand. Expertly plucking a magnet off, she watches as it sticks to her hand as well. Interesting.]

You require assistance?

[madteos]

[Matt jumps. Zee, don't sneak up on him like that.]

Yeah, if you don't mind.

[battle-droid.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't mean to 8<

She picks the little magnet off her hand and tries to flick it to the ground, But she's unsuccessful.]

. . .

[She tries again, but it just moves and sticks to her wrist.]

[madteos]

[Yeah.]

I've been having the same problem.

[battle-droid.livejournal.com]

[If Zee knew how to emote she'd be a little pissy.]

Are you a droid as well?

[Shake shake. wtf.]

[madteos]

Not quite.

[He has a chip in his brain if that counts.]

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[idkmybffsean.livejournal.com]

Matt? S'matter lad?

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[madteos]

Can you come to deck twelve? It'd be a lot easier to show you.

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[idkmybffsean.livejournal.com]

On my way, brother.

[And a few minutes later, Joe appears. Standing amongst the junk, he calls out.]

Oi! Matt?! Y'there?

[commentlog!]

[madteos]

[Matt's sheepish as he steps out. Don't even ask how he managed to get more of these things stuck to him. Don't even ask.]

[commentlog!] i am so sorry matt.

[idkmybffsean.livejournal.com]

[It takes Joe a moment to realize what the problem is. When he does notice the various letters stuck to Matt, he does as all good friends do when their buddy is in an embarrassing situation and cracks up laughing.]

How the fock--

[PFAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAAAA]

[commentlog!] too late, he's offended forever

[madteos]

[...Matt was actually expecting Joe to laugh. So it doesn't bother him near as much as it would normally. He even cracks a small smile himself. Okay.]

I know, I know. Ha. Ha. Help me.