[Joyful Noxie]Bertha Calling Dori, Come in, Dori!

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Dori gets a call from a close friend of hers and realizes she has a job for.... SUPERMAN. Actually, the X-Men.

Bertha kept one large hand wrapped around a sweating cup of iced coffee, while the other thumbed out a text message on her phone - she'd have much rather been inside with the air conditioning and a piece of pie, but you couldn't text and pace and eat all at the same time. Not unless you had an extra set of arms.

~Yo SQ you there? Need to axe you a favor but onna phone. There are deets that are hard to xplain over txt~

Dori's phone beeped while she was on campus. Having a few minutes to get to her class she stopped and read the text and then dialed Bertha's phone number. Texting was almost impossible for both of them, even with a special phone in her case.

She waited for BB to pick up, while sitting down in the commons.

The upside to spending time with music nerds was that they were so easily talked into helping you with your ring tones in exchange for heavy lifting and coffee, so Bertha knew who was calling the second it rang. "Yo, I hope this is totally you and not like, your boss or something calling to bitch me out for calling you."

"No, Bertha, it's totally me," Dori said, waving to another kid from the lit program as he walked by, "So what's up? No, I'm not asking Mr. Garrison out for you again."

"That would totally not have required phone callage for deets, and you still haven't gotten me like, locker room pics of him. I bet he's abulous." Bertha crossed the street, flipping a raised middle finger to a cabbie who honked his horn at her - pedestrian right of away, dammit. "And nah, I actually kinda need a favor, and I seriously do not wanna have to call Mr. Immortal because he will actually plotz. I mean he'll tell me he's gonna plotz and then he'll do it, and I don't even know what plotz means."

"Oh my gosh, Berth, I am NOT rigging the locker room to take pictures of him. We've been through that!" Dori said turning bright red. It was Mr. Garrison for crying out loud. "Mr. Immortal is still pretty cool, but you know, I'll do any favor for you that isn't trying to set you up with the guys at the school. What's up? And you know, I have no idea what plotz means. Isn't it like Yiddish?"

"I got no idea. I dunno if he's even Jewish." Bertha said. "So, you know that music thing I was tweeting about and like, it totally got huge? I'm helping with security." Bossing everyone around and making sure shit got done more like it. "And we got some wackadoo threats, those Purifier assholes, and I mean, Benni called the cops but ... " She went quiet, and where Dori couldn't see, almost seemed to shrink in on herself a bit, clothes sagging slightly. "Dori, no shit and if you tell anyone I said this I will totally not admit it, I am kinda freaked out."

"Yeah... those guys really don't mess around," Dori said, sitting up, her tail twitching, "Want me to talk to Mr. Summers? I'm sure he'd totally be willing to help out. We've had run ins with those guys before and well, I'm sure I'd be able to convince a few of us to come out to lend a hand."

Plus, it was going to be a totally free ticket to NoXie! She was officially really freaking lucky if that was what Bertha was asking! Not to mention a chance to see her friend in person again!

"Yeah, I was kinda hoping you guys might be willing to do the supers thing again?" Bertha said, after adjusting the phone and hitching up her jeans. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I can totally handle shit here, and the po-po are on it, I'd just rather have as many people I know aren't gonna wuss out on me and aren't gonna go "oh well, let the genejokes die."

"I will totally ask Mr. Summers about this tonight and give you a call back or something. So we'll get like tickets and stuff?" Dori asked, shifting the phone a bit so she could hold it with her shoulder to her ear and used her hands to scratch a spot on her tail that was driving her insane.

"Comped tickets, yeah. Just lemee know how many, and I'll get you guys setup with some wristbands for both nights." Bertha said. "Summers is the dude with the red eyebeams, right? Could you ask him out for me? Because I mean, not as hot as Mountie McHottie, but still total babe."

"Oh my GOB, Bertha," Dori said, quoting Adventure Time for the fake swear because sometimes when talking to Bertha it did kind of feel like LSP and Turtle Princess, "I am NOT asking Mr. Summers out for you. I think he's single right now though if YOU want to ask him out when we touch down. But totally no asking out Kyle. He's my super hot boyfriend."

"You are killing me. You are literally killing me. I am going to die from hot guy withdrawal right now." Bertha complained, laughing. "Which one is Kyle? Is he the blue one? Because damn girl, May-December romance?" She smirked on the other end of the phone, knowing Dori would know she was kidding - she'd seen enough twitpics of her friend's boyfriend to know better.

Dori laughed, "No, I'm not dating Mr. Sefton and you KNOW I'm not," she said, teasing, "And don't worry. I'll make sure we bring all the hot guys on the team so you can totally have your pick of anyone who isn't Kyle. I will so talk to Mr. Summers when I get back to the mansion today. And want a call back or should I email you or what?" Dori asked.

"Email probs. I gotta class in like an hour, and tomorrow's my slam day. Three classes, and I got lifting and a security meeting and I think Benni wants to do dinner so exchange deets. If you can get back to me before then, that'd be cool but like, if you can't don't sweat it."

"Okay. I'll totes hit you with an email then when I get done talking to Mr. Summers, okay? Don't work too hard, BB," Dori said brightly.

"You know me, always working it." Bertha said, with a grin that couldn't be seen.