Disclaimer: I don't own Static Shock
Saturday, October 18, 7:32pm
"Hello?"
"Richie. God, it's good to hear your voice."
"Hey there, Virgil. Everything all right up in outer space?"
"Yep. Everything is going according to plan. How about down there in Dakota?"
"The usual. A stray bang baby here and there, but nothing that Gear can't handle."
"I should hope not. Have the reporters noticed that I'm missing yet?"
"Yeah, they came to talk to me on Thursday. I just told them that Batman asked you for a favor, but in the meanwhile I'll keep them safe."
"Thanks, Rich."
"No problem. What are partners for? Any news on if you'll be able to come home earlier or at least visit?"
"No, nothing yet."
"Oh. Okay."
"But don't worry, I'm sucking up to Batman and doing his dirty work, so maybe he'll let me come down for Christmas."
"All right. Thanks, Virgil."
"No problem. What are partners for?"
Monday, October 20, 4:48pm
"Hello?"
"So, I know I'm not supposed to really call you unless it's important, Virgil, but I just had to tell you this!"
"Slow down, Richie, what's up?"
"So, I was working in the lab with this new compound I've been fiddling with. I was testing it to check its durability and such, and one of the tests I did was an electromagnetic charge."
"And?"
"I think that if we lined your suit with this metal, it would help you in so many ways! I mean, it can help you charge up when you're drained, it gives you better conductivity, which means that you can get a bigger blast, it makes sure that no energy is wasted, especially through your sweat, it—"
"I think that's a great idea, Richie!"
"You do?"
"Of course. As soon as I get home we can rewire the suit!"
"…Right… When you get home."
"…I'm trying, Rich. I really am. You don't know how much it sucks being up here and you being down there."
"I know you're trying, V. It just… We miss you… Fluffy and I."
"I miss you too."
Thursday, October 23, 9:32am
"Hello? Hello? Richie? Is that you? Is everything okay?"
"Ffdsfasksfd, Virgil!"
"…What was that noise you just made?"
"I'm… not entirely sure… I think I butt-dialed you."
"Well that explains it then!"
"Stop laughing at me!"
"You're laughing, too!"
"All right, all right, we both need to get back to work."
"Oh, shit, are you teaching a class right now?"
"Yep. The students are giving me death glares. And I imagine the 'higher ups' on your end aren't too pleased right now."
"Uh… Yeah, I'm pretty sure Batman is giving me death glares, too. Gotta go!"
"Love you, V."
"You too, Rich."
Sunday, October 26, 8:51pm
"Hello?"
"So, do they have video chat or Skype or something up in the Watchtower?"
"Good evening to you, too, Richie."
"No, really. Because I really want to see you."
"I don't know, I'd have to ask the League."
"It sucks just having a picture of you to look at. I want to look at you, not just a piece of paper with ink on it."
"I know, I know. I'll talk to them tomorrow about the video chat, okay?"
"All right."
Wednesday, October 29, 6:14pm
"Hello?"
"Hey there, Richie."
"Virgil. Nice to hear your voice again."
"I want to see you again."
"We just went on Skype last night."
"I know. But it was so… fun and… interesting. And I'd like to do it again, please."
"You mean to say you enjoyed my little strip tease?"
"…Yes…"
"Thought so, Mr. 'No-I-don't-have-a-boner-what-are-you-talking-about.'"
"…Shut up…"
"Just wait until you see my Halloween costume."
"Oh God. Richie. What are you dressing up as?"
"I'm not telling you."
"Richie."
"No."
"Richie!"
"No!"
"…Please?"
"Hmm, let me think abou— no!"
"…Fine."
"It will be a surprise."
"A pleasant surprise?"
"I think so, yes."
"Then I look forward to it."