SWITCHBOARD

[transmittable]

If you'd like to ask the Transmitter something over the phone, go right ahead! The Transmitter will answer the phone as soon as she's available. Leaving messages is impossible, given how old these phones are, but you should be able to reach her at almost all hours.

Comments are screened for privacy; all Patients are offered confidentiality, didn't you know?

Comments

[arebetter]

Which I get, I do, and I'm as happy to have a giant Jim Henson puppet dad running around here as anyone, but I swear to God the number of people who have told me magic is real to my face is way too high.

[transmittable]

I mean, for them, it is real.

[arebetter]

Apparently! I wouldn't know, magic is for movies about British boys and shows about horrible horse things my bandmates watch for their girlfriends when they think I'm not looking, at least where I'm from.

[transmittable]

Well... Most people kinda have this reaction when they encounter something like this for the first time? So... Reassurance?

[arebetter]

Yeah, yeah. I'll get used to it.

[ A sigh. ]

Here I am, the mighty Pizzazz, unloading my problems on some teenager over a rotary phone. I can feel Roxy and Jetta mocking me from here. Just an aura of smugness and the smell of bagels.

[transmittable]

It could be worse.

Could be over telegram.

[arebetter]

Dear Transmitter, stop. Magic is totally fake, stop. Drink coffee for your headache, stop.

[transmittable]

[ After a long-as-hell day,
that's...kind of nice. She snorts a very light laugh. ]

...G'night, Hardcore. I'm...gonna drink coffee and then pass out.

[arebetter]

Goodnight, Transmitter. Tee tee why ell, as you kids say.