♕ ic contact - mask or menace

[sweetarts]

❝You've reached Bonnibel.
Or not, since I'm not actually here right now.
Leave a message and I'll get back to you.❞

Comments

[resipiscent]

Here you go, miss.

[sweetarts]

Thanks! I'm gonna give the whole thing a read-through.

[resipiscent]

No problem.

Oct 31st, Morning (not here)

[runningstart]

[Look at this absolutely adorable ghost that eats you every time you go inside and pukes you back up every time you leave your house! Precious. Nothing is cuter than people vomit. You're welcome for the decorations AND the bonus imagery attached.]

[sweetarts]

[ She's SO INTO THIS. Thank god Adventure Time is all about gross junk. It actually gets her into the mood to buy some matching decorations before night comes, all white ghosts and skeletons. Nothing is cuter than people vomit. Too bad these guys were anon! ]

Audio - 11/06

[wayhot]

Hey PB, if you get a message from a guy called Atomic Robo or whatever, I sent him. He's big into science and wants to find a way out of here, so I thought you'd probably be better for helping him out than I would.

[sweetarts]

[ Oh! This is pleasantly unexpected, especially from FP. ]

I haven't gotten a message from someone like that yet, but I'll keep an eye out. Thanks, Flame Princess.

-Or, um. Phoebe. Is it okay to start calling you that, or...? I forgot to ask.

[wayhot]

That... [Um.]

Sure, I guess. It's fine.

[sweetarts]

[ FP wouldn't have given Bubblegum her name otherwise, right? Or was that taking it a step too far? Even Bonnibel feels a little weird about it, but how is she going to get used to using it if she doesn't practice? Ugh. Anyway. ]

If it's weird to you, just... let me know.

[ This is hard. There's a little pause. ]

It's been a while since the swear-in. Did you go to the last one?

[wayhot]

No, I didn't really feel like going.

Text

[mammal_robot]

Princess Bubblegum,

Sorry for messaging you out of the blue. I'm looking to form a sort of brain trust out here. People seem pretty pessimistic about the idea of figuring out a way home, but if nothing else it'll give us something to do. You came highly recommended. Would you be interested in discussing the idea further?

-Atomic Robo

[sweetarts]

hey! flame princess told me you would contact me. super nice to meet you.

i got hit with the same slack when i first got here too, but everyone's got their baggage when they say we can't find a way out. i'm fine talking it out on this messaging system, but we can meet up and talk about it when you've got a second if that makes it any easier.

and you can skip it with the formalities. i'm not princess of anything here. you can just call me bubblegum.

[mammal_robot]

Well what I'm standing on is about...let's say 60% of the blueprints of an interdimensional portal. The other 40% was tech I never could quite understand. Too complicated.

But that's gotta be a good starting point, at least.

[sweetarts]

[ WHAT ]

like you've got them in your hand right now?! where the flip did you find those blueprints??

[mammal_robot]

Just in my head, I'm afraid. Mr. Tesla built the original. I helped, so remember how some parts of it work.

12/14ish - text

[bassriff]

[she's spent at least 30 minutes typing and deleting, typing and deleting, but how is there a non-awkward way to do this? she's tempted to do what she usually does, just fucking show up and let herself in. but Bonnibel deserves some kind of notice, doesn't she?

finally:]

guess who

[as if her id isn't right there.]

1/2

[sweetarts]

[ Ozzy's been sweet. He's been getting along with Hamma pretty well, and the two have actually taken to sharing the bed that Bubblegum picked up for Hamma from the pet shop. When Marceline texts her, it's nearly midnight, which means that she and her furry (in Hamma's case, peach-fuzzy) friends are working with friendly chemicals and beakers in her room. Thankfully she has enough sense to put down any dangerous stuff before taking her buzzing phone and leaning back in her seat to check it.

No way. ]

WHAT?

[ Sorry to the household, but Bonnie screeches that out when she reads the name on the text preview. Hamma and Ozzy immediately pop their heads up from sleep like minnows. She rolls her desk chair back, hunched over her phone as she unlocks it. And there it is. ]

wtg i'm calling u!!!!!!!

2/2

[sweetarts]

[ True to her word, as soon as Marceline picks up: ]

Marceline! [ That is her, right? ]

oh my fucking god

[bassriff]

Hey, you got it! [sure is.]

What's up, Bonnie B? Ozzy doing ok?

[sweetarts]

Don't Bonnie B me, you dweeb! It's been like, three weeks! When did you even get back?

[bassriff]

Like it's my fault! I got back this afternoon.

Voice

[bindsthedead]

So. How do you feel about working with RISE?

PermaVoice

[sweetarts]

The name sounds familiar, but that's it. You'll have to tell me more about them.

[bindsthedead]

We're an organization of imPorts dedicated to policing- and protecting- our own.

We're also loosely affiliated with the American government, which is a mixed blessing- but it does allow us access to intelligence and resources.

[sweetarts]

Loosely affiliated is still affiliated, though. How willing were they to work with you guys before?