Audio

[typewriting]

[Alan doesn't use the video function. His brush with fame for close to seven years has made him wary of using anything that has both his name and face attached to it. He'll cross that bridge if someone actually recognizes his name. For now, he'll just act casual.]

I'm sure you're all sick of new kids coming in with the same question, so here's something different: Can someone point me in the direction of a flash light? [he flashes a slight smile that shows teeth and looks mostly awkward until he remembers he hasn't turned on the video function and drops the smile. Now he just feels silly. Good thing no one could see that.] I know. I know. 'What do I need a flash light in Florida for?' You can call it a security blanket. I just feel a lot better with one. [At least he's not asking for a gun too.]

[a beat]

Man, having a one sided conversation through your phone is weird. [Technically he's done a lot of talking like this thanks to interviews and publicity events so it's not that odd. But for the sake of trying to identify with a group of strangers, he'll put in a bit more effort at being friendly and at making conversation. He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly; once again glad that he opted for audio only] I don't know how you guys are doing it so naturally. Oh, that's right, I'm Alan Wake. It's a pleasure to... uh... meet you. [he grimaces at the lame follow up. It's almost like being in the Darkness for so long has diminished his social skills somewhat.]

That's all. Thanks.

Comments

Video

[beenwaitinglong]

[It's not much of a video, unfortunately, but he'll get the idea.]

Maybe you need a model like mine.

audio

[typewriting]

[wow what does he say to that]

... I'm glad that's working for you.

[beenwaitinglong]

Say what you will about the aesthetics, but I don't have to worry about seeing in the dark.

Mr. Wake, you said?

[typewriting]

Wouldn't that make everything you see red?

[He likes light but not that much]

And yes, that's my name.

[beenwaitinglong]

Surprisingly, no.

Welcome to Heropa, Mr. Wake. I go by Godot. I'm an attorney at the public defenders' office.

audio;

[abadidea]

[Isaac can follow suit.

And he knows a thing or two about security blankets. The man sleeps with a plasma cutter beside his bed.]

Hey, Alan. I'm Isaac Clarke, and if you don't have any money just yet, I can pick you up a flashlight.

[typewriting]

That's great. Thanks. I owe you one.

[He's meeting nice people already. Not bad for a first day]

[abadidea]

Don't mention it. I understand. [Maybe not completely, but...yeah.]

[typewriting]

You have something like that yourself?

[abadidea]

Last time I checked, a flashlight was a flashlight. [Sorry, Alan. He couldn't resist.] But yeah, sort of, only mine's a plasma cutter.

permavoice

[demonspawn]

Scared of the dark or something?

ditto

[typewriting]

I'm preparing for the dark.

[demonspawn]

Have you considered a night light?

[typewriting]

Those aren't bright enough.

[demonspawn]

Right.

Is this some kinda complex, or...?

[audio]

[closetshark]

[Sorry, he's just in the right mood that someone asking for a flashlight is just offensive enough to warrant comment.]

I'm going to dislike you, aren't I?

[typewriting]

I don't know. Are you?

[closetshark]

Considering you're asking about flashlights and security blankets I'm pretty sure I am.

[typewriting]

[uh...]

If you're looking for a reason to be unfriendly. Sure. Go ahead.

[closetshark]

You're the one who openly asked for a flashlight where the bogeyman can hear you. It's like you're asking for me to show up.

Voice

[viced]

I don't know, did you try a fucking department store?

[typewriting]

Will it kill you to give me directions to one?

[viced]

Uh, that depends on where you're at.

Or you can use your phone as a map.

[typewriting]

All right. Thanks.

[talk about grumpy]

[viced]

Hey, if you want to know where it is, tell me where you are, and I can tell you where to go.

It's not like most of us carry flashlights around, but we can help.