Halesey has a marvelous idea. He'll call Al the Lawyer.
"We could offer Al the Lawyer a 10% cut to keep everything legal and not screwing us over? Or 5? He was called Al, right? Was that this morning? He was a good guy and probably knows more about contracts that us. He'll let us know if we have to potato this jerk. Take it out of my share if you object - I don't think I actually need that much money any more, you know? I've... in some way ascended to a higher plane. A shamanic plane. Yeah. More, like, poetical than the life I've left behind," he mentions to
Larry.
"Sure, whatever. Once we get Summon Babes and Infinite Power, it won't matter anyway. Or firing laser beams out of my nipples or whatever," Larry replies. Halesey is glad to have him on board, and takes his phone immediately, where he finds the contact for Al the Lawyer, which must have been put there by
Elizabeth after she disappeared into the shadows a while ago. He calls Al right up, waiting a moment for an answer.
"... yes?"Halesey breathes heavily for a moment, but then decides against making
that sort of call at this particular hour and goes about his business.
"Al the Lawyer?""... no? This is Her-""I have business with you. Legal, legitimate business.""Well, that's certainly unusual, I mean, not that that's a problem, sir, but-""I need you to-"Before Halesey can complete this sentence, though, the shampoo raincloud above him flashes, and a streak of soaped lightning arcs into his body without provocation of any sort, followed by the sound of rolling thunder.
[Halesey's body roll: 5]
Halesey twitches, gibbers inarticulately for a moment and starts swinging his arms around, but seems to overall be perfectly alright. He looks at the phone, which similarly seems to have gone completely unharmed, which is quite the testament to either its construction or a very convincing argument that shampoo lightning might not be as deadly as regular lightning. He merrily puts the phone back up to his ear and speaks.
"I need you to look over this contract. You're a lawyer, right?""Um, no, I'm actually a-""Great. We'll get this sorted out in no time. Get on over to..." "Klein's Pawn Shop on Burton Street.""Yeah, Klein's Pawn Shop on Burton Street. It's very important that you do," Halesey concludes the conversation, hangs up and hands the phone back to Larry. Larry, in turn, isn't quite sure what just happened. Who did Halesey even call? Hopefully not his mom or something.
"So, let me just go into the back room and call up my own guy, and we'll have this done in a couple hours."He wanders slightly away from his new pals and makes a phone call. Not long after he's done, Al the Lawyer arrives, stepping cautiously into the store, his eyes immediately drawn to the now-organized stacks of smut filling one whole side of the store.
"So, uh, you needed help with something? A contract, right?"* * * * *
John, in an uncharacteristic move, takes the initiative as
Clair follows, moving onward to adventure. As they move, they are vaguely aware of
Samuel slinking behind them.
"Hellooooo~" Samuel intones, but nobody listens to him as the two approach a random tenement. Checking the stairwell door, Clair finds it locked, so it is up to John to knock on the window most likely to have people behind it. This has pretty decent results, as soon the dark-haired head of a rather grungy-looking adolescent girl pokes out of the window.
"What do you guys want? And what's wrong with that guy?" she asks, pointing at Samuel, who appears to be pretending to be jelly. She turns back to John and Clair, who seem to be busy deciding how extremely likely it is that they're looking for this girl. Their guess would be 'very'.
"And why're you looking at me like that?"