[text]

[selfmadman]

abcdef dick whitman

hatchet voyage beautiful

god damn it


[ ooc: Tiny curse! His name'll still show up as Don Draper on the network, but he'll...have no idea who that is. ]

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[text; private]

[devilishlycharming]

Is something wrong, Don?

[voice]

[honouraryfitz]

What about a hatchet?

text | NOT PRIVATE though I'm not sure how that works

[selfmadman]

im sorry.

how do i erace erase

[text; fine, not private]

[devilishlycharming]

It's the little arrow pointing to the left.

You haven't hit your head, have you?

teeeeext (although let it be known that he tried talking back without setting it to voice)

[selfmadman]

i didnt know people could see this.

[voice]

[honouraryfitz]

Uh-huh. Everything you post, everyone in Asgard can see it.

[YOU'RE ACTING KIND OF FUNNY, MR. DRAPER. But she'll go with it for the moment, see where he's heading.]

text

[selfmadman]

thank you. but i want to erase everything.

i dont think so. it doesnt hurt.

[devilishlycharming]

Oh. I'm not sure you can do that.

Has something happened? You seem a bit different.

[selfmadman]

im not suposed to be here.

i didnt touch nothing.

text

[selfmadman]

can they hear you too

[honouraryfitz]

Uh-huh. There's a button you can push if you want to talk.

[devilishlycharming]

[This is ridiculous; he's impossible to reason with right now, and she has the sinking suspicion he's drunk.]

Are you at your flat? I'll come over.

[selfmadman]

witch one

how old are you

[honouraryfitz]

It kinda looks like the microphones they use on the radio.

That's a good question. Thirteen, I guess. I mean, I turned thirteen last time I was here, but I'm still twelve at home. It's kind of funny.

...You remember when I turned thirteen, don't you? I sent you a message.

1/2

[selfmadman]

please dont.

2/2

[selfmadman]

im sorry. i dont know who the bracelet belongs to but i didnt take it.

[devilishlycharming]

What are you talking about, Don?

[SHE'S ALREADY ON HER WAY OVER YOU CAN'T ESCAPE.]

text and voice, briefly

[selfmadman]

im not from here.


[ For a full minute he resists. He shouldn't have touched the bracelet, shouldn't have written with it, and speaking to a whole city is such an alarming thought that he can't seem to shake it.

With a kind of elated dread, he presses the button. ] Hello? [ Whispered, his voice hollow and hopeful. ]

[honouraryfitz]

[Rusty's quiet for several long seconds.]

You're not Mr. Draper.

never using voice again!!!

[selfmadman]

no

DAMN.

[honouraryfitz]

So who are you?

[selfmadman]

dick whitman

is my pa here

[honouraryfitz]

I'm Rusty Dickinson. Nice to meet you.

Probably not. My father isn't.

[selfmadman]

nice to meet you rusty.

where is he

[honouraryfitz]

Did you just show up today? Didn't they give you your own bracelet?

My father? Probably in Guildford. That's where he usually is.