Well, I'm back from my little hiatus, Spike. Managed to get the stress outta my system and I think I might've picked up a few ideas for the shop. I should be back in in about a half hour - I decided once I hit city limits that I'd just enjoy the walk home.


[Edited to add, five minutes later]
...what is this I see about you using YOUR OWN SON'S GARDEN to grow your POT?!

Okay.

Sennacherub? I know you and your family are regulars here and all?

But convincing Spike to distract me with sex so that I won't notice when he ships off freebies to you guys? That's dirty pool. Especially when the mating season actually had an effect on his libido this year.

And as soon as I can walk again I am so going to send you a bill for that cheesecake.

Not that I would have enjoyed being incinerated. Then you would have had to pay hospital fees, too. ¬_¬

So, Spike.

...

I got the rings. You got a date in mind?

...Hey, Spike?

Sorry for putting you through that. Though I wish I coulda seen the look on Chess's face when she heard what I'd said.

...Hey, spikekitten~?

I know you can't much ditch your spiritual baggage, but if you wanted to drag the ball-and-chain with you, I was thinking maybe tonight we could take a night for us...? Dinner, maybe a cheesy movie to make fun of, maybe some dancing? I mean, I know you're still kind of down from the March Hare headin' back to his own burrow, so I thought maybe I'd try to cheer you up?

[[...Guess what the shear has done. Go on. Guess.]]

Hey, kid? Phoenix Wright, or whatever it was?

Do yourself a favor. Don't take off those shades just cuz bein' human turned off the chaos sense. Put 'em on and KEEP 'em on. Trust me on this one.

Need to lay down for a few more years, fuck...

Spike.

You...uh...

Still have that pair of Thunderass's pants as a "trophy"?

...Spike? Found your comm. You can toss that communal one out.

Yours decided it wanted to EAT MY FACE.

...Hey, uh.

Anyone who sees Sonic O'Reily and his little cat? Could you tell him to come back home? Please? He wasn't in bed when I woke up today, and I haven't seen him since...

Okay. Judging by the ravenous hordes Spike got to help renovate the place and what I heard the Zone Cop telling him a few days back, apparently Spike's cooking is the new crack. Can't really blame you, the stuff that Halfway House serves normally reminds me - not in a good way - of my days living off the land on Angel Island.

So, with a bit of arguing with him, I think I've got a deal that everyone's happy with. Spike's still cooking for his friends, we're still making enough to buy ingredients and keep our -house-.. (well, apartment)... and you guys get (somewhat) free food from Spike.

OFFER VALID FOR ZONE COPS AND HALFWAY HOUSE RESIDENTS ON THIS COMM CHANNEL ONLY

$100. S'all it's gonna cost you. For three easy bulletin jobs worth of pay, you get a year. One free full meal a day, or two "sweets" rations - be they cookies, brownies, chocolates, whatever. These are not transferable, and if you're caught taking advantage of Spike's kindness for more than the alloted meal, prepare for punchings.

Anyway, I've already got a contract worked out with a nearby printing company, so these 'memberships' will even have a spiffy card with them, for those of you that like flashing them.

Again, $100 a year comes out to less than $2 a week. Considering the menu has meals at more than twice that price, you've got yourself a hell of a bargain.

Shira.

I HAVE MADE IT WITH A WOMAN.

Alert the men.

Sonic? I know you're still up, since you're not in bed. Happy Steak and Blowjobs Day, hon.

Your present is on the Halfway House kitchen counter next to the stove. Anyone who gets any ideas about taking it before my beloved can get to it? Imagine this is Fist of the North Star. I'm Kenshiro, and you're a random mook.

[[In short? Knux has pretty much spent all of his time since getting out of lockup doing work on the bulletin boards. Cmdr. O'Reily will find, in his present (a red gift box with a leather strap around it) a filled-out and pre-signed 'just sign your name and submit' full residency form, a form for establishing a business, and roughly five grand in bills of varying size.]]

*voice cuts on a little preemptively, with the echidna muttering to himself*

Still about a c-note short... fuck, and I've only got one day left...

...There we go, it's on.

HEY! People out there! I'm about $100 short of something I'm planning for, and all of the tasks still on the Halfway House bulletin board are way out of my league - computer stuff, sewing, that sort of thing.

Anyone have some quick, dirty manual labor they need done before V-Day that would pay what I'm missing?

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*A brief moment of static even if viewed text-only*

AND DAMN IT ALL, WHY CAN'T THEY MAKE THESE THINGS EASIER TO TYPE O-...oh.

It'd just figure that there was a magical 'type from voice' option. Stupid technology.

Ahem. Anyway... I'm looking for a Mr. Thomas Leary. I was told he's here... short drink of water, enjoys cooking and dyeing his quills purple? If anyone on this network could lead me to him, it'd be appreciated. Thanks.