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[The sound comes in first, intermittent at first, fighting between fits of white noise.]

--hear me? Is it going through, BeeDee?

[Cal's image comes up in a flicker, frowning a little as he looks down at something, then looking towards the screen with a renewed smile.]

I think we're good, buddy.

H--lo? Anyone receiving this? If so, then we've finally -ot the comms up and running from -- other city. Signal's not as str--g, but it's a good start. --d if not I guess --- just talking to myself. Please confirm.

Cal, out.

♤ THAT ONE PIZZA PARTY THING

[deal_me_in]

(This here's a very free-form, very belated follow-up to the impromptu pizza party that Tony Cayde apparently planned, just for continuity's sake and if anyone was really angling for some pizza times.

So! Feel free to handwave, or if you want to thread anything out, here's a place for it to be back-threaded to your heart's content, as well as if you want some lighter fare alongside your slice of scary, event-wise.)

[Two hours- probably less by now- wasn't much time to make pizzas even if he knew how, that much, Cayde-6 was certain of. He already has a good idea of who's put him up to the task, although if there's any particular reason for it, he hasn't the slightest. It's just one of those dumb friend things, right? Put your pal on the spot by telling everyone they're hosting a pizza party. Sure!

With comms compromised, Cayde relied on his good ol' Hunter skills to track down Billy, an even better friend to have when one of your besties pulls something like this.

"Hey, can you do me a solid and magic up a crapload of pizzas cuz some idiot thinks he's having a hoot trying to tarnish my good name. Thanks, I owe you buddy."

...WHICH IS HOW those who have been drawn to The Deep End, either by false promises of pizza or curiosity or even doubt will come to find an amazing array of pizzas stacked along the counter with a kaleidoscope of dishware stacked off to the side for some self-service.

Grab a slice or three, take a seat, take in the fish, hey! Even ask for a drink. This here's a bar you know!]

closed ☾

[noch]

WHO: Merrin and Cal
WHERE: Aboard Cake Dance, somewhere in the skies between Sh'ka and Temba
WHAT: Dubious piloting, gift giving, and getting glitter in places glitter does not belong
WHEN: The general vicinity of a few days ago to now
WARNINGS: None (yet?? will update if anything comes up)

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