Errant looks through the Eclipse's list. No wonder nobody knows how to get in touch with this guy. He starts punching the numbers in, one after another, until he finds the right one...
Errant looks through the Eclipse's list. No wonder nobody knows how to get in touch with this guy. He starts punching the numbers in, one after another, until he finds the right one...
(( And what does Errant say when someone answers the phone? ))
"Hey, I'm looking for a, uh, Mr. Zero?" he begins. 'Looking for a Zero' would probably be taken the wrong way he muses.
After many frustrating calls, peppered with insults, laughter, and confusion, Errant may have found pay dirt.
"Yo..." comes the eloquent reply.
Finally.
"Okay," Errant exhales in relief. "I'm Errant, I'm new to Sacramento. I'm trying to get myself acknowledged...?"
There's a long hissing sound, then a longer pause.
"Acknowledged? What the fuck is that?" finally comes the reply.
"Get introduced. Dammit, I don't know." Errant sighed. "I just need to establish that I'm a Pentacle Mage to the Consilium. Or something." Should've asked Falx for details.
"Damn, dude, you can't say that shit on the phone -- what's wrong with you?"
Another pause, preceded by a hiss.
"You want to meet up? Maybe at a titty bar? There's got to be one with a free lunch buffet."
Well, that's not what I was expecting...
"Hell. Sorry, it's been a long day. Uh, how about just lunch, eh?" Errant reaches into his refrigerator and pulls out a bottle of vodka. Long, long day.
"Duuuuude... how about Funderland?"