Hecking Game: IC Inbox

[toothaches]

"--eached Maurice Hutch. Leave your name and number and I'll get back t'you soon as I can."

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phone call;

[deerlisteners]

[It's Tuesday morning! Alastor still needs someone to clean his toilets.]

Hello? Is this Mr. Maurice Hutch?

[toothaches]

[ Maurice takes a second to answer because he's having trouble swiping the little button to "answer" with big meaty claws. ]

Oh, hello! Yes, sir, this is me.

[ He easily recognizes Alastor's unique voice. ]

[deerlisteners]

[BIG. MEATY. CLAWS.]

Are you still interested in the janitorial position at the studio?

[toothaches]

[ He nods emphatically even though Alastor can't see. ]

Yes, sir! I can start as soon as you need me.

[deerlisteners]

Not so fast, fella. You have to prove your worth, first. I only hire the best, you see. And you have some big shoes to fill. [pause] Figuratively, anyway -- Niffty is actually quite small.

[toothaches]

[ Maurice frets a little, but he tries to put on his best Hire Me face...on a phone call. ]

I understand. What do you need from me?

[deerlisteners]

Well, I doubt you have any references or even a resumé to speak of.... Hmm. How about this? We can try a working interview. If you do a reasonable job, you'll be hired. If not... well. I suppose we can cross that bridge if we get to it, mm?

[toothaches]

I'd be glad to do that. Do ya'll have supplies there or should I bring my own?

[deerlisteners]

I have some supplies, but you should bring anything you think you may need.

[toothaches]

[ He's nodding. He hopes Alastor can hear him nodding. ]

Yes, sir, I'll do that. I'm also pretty good at makin' coffee.

[deerlisteners]

Left for Maurice at the radio station is a plain box, wrapped in brown paper and decorated with an ornate red bow. When opened, a jack in the box springs out with a loud sound!!! Yes, a jack in the box. The springy monster inside looks suspiciously like Alastor, with twisted antlers and a yellow toothy smile... but after the trap is sprung, there's something else in the bottom of the box -- a little red cloth bag tied with a piece of twine and sealed with wax. It has a unique smell, like charcoal, herbs, lavender, and a hint of something sweetly rotten.

There's a vintage-style christmas card with a handwritten note inside -- "All in good fun, my good man :) As for the little bag, now that you're an angel working in Hell, I'm sure you've run afoul of demons playing nasty pranks on your way to work. Carry that little gris-gris with you, and they should keep their distance. Take care not to open it, or it loses its charm. Merry Christmas! - ALASTOR"

Christmas

[begaydocrimes]

[There's a messily-wrapped box outside of Maurice's door. When he opens it, he'll find a box of Christmas-themed chocolates inside! And a small bat keychain. There's a note attached to the box!

"Hope you have a super awesome holiday, dude! You deserve it! -Mae]

Gift Exchange~

[busball]

[Klaus knows Maurice is very 80s and is glad that he's like...gotten someone that they already know. It's great. And it makes it a little easier. Even if there's probably some random conversations at some point with him popping up out of nowhere to ask a lot of questions.

But he's giving him Shaun of the Dead for a more modern b-movie and Toxic Avenger for a more 80s b-movie. He also casually made mixed cd for him of songs he likes. Also just yeeting this all in a bag b/c wrapping seems like a lot, but heeeyyy.]

Re: Gift Exchange~

[toothaches]

_{((OOC: SORRY IT TOOK ME EIGHTY YEARS TO REPLY TO THIS!!!! I love the playlist!! Thank you for making it!))}

Some time at the end of february

[parillegal]

Heyyyy heyheyheyheyhey.

Maury. Mauuuuri—iiiice. Pick up.

[Someone's receiving a phone call!]

[toothaches]

[ Lucky for Maya, Maurice is pretty prompt at answering phone calls. He's just excited someone would call him--especially when he sees her contact come up. Maya! His cute friend Maya! ]

[ He picks up. ]

Y'ellow?

[parillegal]

MAUR— Oh hi there!

[He answered! Yay.]

How ya doin'?

[toothaches]

Oh, I'm awright, thanks for askin'! I helped this old lady angel move a piano today and she tipped me like twenty angel bucks so I got a pizza.

What's up? How'r you?

1/2

[parillegal]

Oh, what? I'm jealous, I want pizza...

[parillegal]

Wait, I don't have time for pizza!

Do you remember the deal we made the other night?

[toothaches]

[ A pause. He looks at his pizza. ]

Oh, uhhhh...no. Do I owe you money?

[parillegal]

No, but you might if you ever end up playing poker with me. I've got a great poker face.

[anyway]

But no! We made a deal! Like one of those cool magical deals the cherubs talk about!

[toothaches]

Ohhhhh.

[ He's so glad he doesn't have to trade her his pizza. ]

Then, uh, wha'do I owe ya? If it was...the other night...I don't remember a ton. I was really wasted.

[ He DOES remember the outpouring of kindness from his friends, but the finer details are very blurry. ]

[parillegal]

We made a contract so that you could turn back into a girl sometimes, remember?

And so I could turn back into a boy.

[toothaches]

[ A pause. ]

We did!? Oh shit! That's sick! For real?

[ For somebody so excited about turning into a girl, he is overflowing with boyish delight. ]

Totally for real? How? How do I do it--shit I gotta...I gotta find my skirt! Wow, Maya, thank you! I dunno what to say!