it's another texting meme bc apparently that's all i have muse for

[kuwata]

The Midnight Texting Meme It's the middle of the night and you're trying to catch some z's — or brooding alone in the alleys, as one does — when your phone dings and suddenly a stranger or a friend is texting you. What could they possibly want at this hour? Is it important? Stupid? Are they drunk or maybe just needy? Do they need help hiding a body??? Pick up your phone and find out! Rules: ● Post with your character's name and canon on the subject line, indicate preferences as needed ● Tag others ● Have fun!

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hyacinth getting in their clown car: omw

[amnesiabringer]

[ They pick up their head, looking at their cell. What horrible timing, who could be texting them this late at night? They were lounging against one of their poor victims they seduced and purposely intoxicated. They had shit to do, like taking some of their things, their cash – and maybe ruin their life a bit. The text message causes their brow to raise, violet eyes lighting up with amusement. Hooh, how amusing.]

[txt]: asdfghjkl;fewl;rlre,fl
[txt]: mmn...?

[ They wrote that purposely, of course. Had to give a little authenticity– they didn't know what this person's boss acted like, so they'd need to draw straws. Performance indicated they were an entertainer– costumes might imply theater....but the last bit confuses them. Who the hell would name their kids that? Were they pets then?]

[txt]: iggohhhh that's great1 1 1
[txt]: wht time.... ? why are we performing there again? i'm half asleep ~ ):

[Thus giving the implication he woke 'her' up– how rude Simon! Did you not see the time? A horrified gasp goes here.]

🤡 also me crying bc i'm not smart enough to play simon

[clowneries]

[ Bold of you to assume that Simon cares about waking someone up in the middle of the night.

Anyway. The replies stand out to him immediately, because half-asleep or not, there's no way that any text of Regina Berry would lack energy. Simon doesn't think the girl even knows what it means to send a normal text, really, and she certainly wouldn't pass on the opportunity to add some kind of sparkles to her messages. He double checks the phone number and finds that he indeed is not texting his boss, but an unknown number.

Well, he could just delete the conversation and move on, but...this seems interesting. It'd be an amusing way to pass the time as he does some last-minute preparations for the next phase of his revenge plot, at least. Now that Knightley has been arrested, he needs to prepare the thing he had asked for -- the final thing to nudge his pawns into position... Then, he can sit back and watch the pieces fall into place. ]

[txt]: no way no way no way!!
[txt]: don't tell me you've forgotten, boss!!

[ He texts as he finishes locking up the circus, making his way back to the lodgings. ]

[txt]: it's part of their rehabilitation program, remember
[txt]: and it's at 11 but we need to be up early so we can do one more rehearsal before heading out

[ Lies, that's not when the performance actually starts, but Simon's not going to give the specifics to a complete stranger. As if he's stupid enough to put himself at risk, even if this person may or may not be in Japanifornia Los Angeles. ]

GOD WHAT A MOOD, I AM NOT SMART EITHER

[amnesiabringer]

[ Either the person is playing dumb, or they're playing a game with them. Regardless, Hyacinth doesn't care and can't wait to stir up some drama. Too bad for him that they just happen to be in Japanifornia Los Angeles.

Clearly this person must be a coordinator of some kind, or a intern who hasn't been paid good and is stressing out.]

[txt]: i'm sorry!! i did :(
[txt]: rehabilitation? like for old folks?

[ Hyacinth wonders if a good friend of theirs might be able to track down this number, maybe assume their boss's disguise. You know, a daily shenanigan for them, identity fraud.]

:pensive: :fist:

[clowneries]

[ ...Hm. Surely whomever he's texting is well-aware that they weren't the intended recipient of these messages by now, but it seems that they're intent on pretending to be Regina. Any other person would have admitted by now that he had the incorrect number, but perhaps whomever this is seems to think that he hasn't caught on to his error just yet and, just like him, is wanting to see exactly how long this can keep going.

Well, he'll continue to play along -- for as long as the walk to his room takes, anyway. Simon's a busy man, after all; he can't keep toying around with someone he doesn't even know when he has so much prep work to do for tomorrow. ]

[txt]: yes, exactly!
[txt]: i knew you'd remember eventually, boss!

[ Although, the performer in him can't help but roll his eyes at this pathetic acting. Sure, this person has no clue how the true Regina acts, but at the very least they could make their messages entertaining. ]

[txt]: you remember what act we're doing tomorrow, right?