IC contact.

[retconman]

"You've reached Maxwell Lord. Talk to me, and keep it good. I'm a little preoccupied at the moment, but your call is important to me. Leave your name and number and I'll return your call ASAP."

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LMAO WELL THEN

[retconman]

Uh--

[ Uh oh. That's not a great sign. Or at least it does get Max's guard up. ]

Sure. What's up? Did something happen?

CHOKES

[boobwindow]

[ She can't filter out the seriousness, but tries to maintain a friendly enough demeanor so Max doesn't panic or worse, take off. She would like to think he wouldn't after the last couple of conversations, though with Booster's recent accusations...

Booster might be hotheaded, but would he lie about a global mind wipe? ]

Just for clarity's sake. I'm still confused by our timelines.

[retconman]

[ Their "timelines." Max squints in consideration before he answers. ]

What's there to be confused about? I told you-- I was with Booster Gold.

[boobwindow]

[ Mind wipe, she keeps repeating to herself.

It doesn't sound like Max. Booster hadn't exactly provided a good motive for why Max would do it anyway. What is he covering up? Is he alive back home, or did he never actually die? Whose body is in the JLA basement, then? Her head swims with too many worrisome thoughts and questions. ]

Can we meet in person? [ And quickly, to recover: ] It's hard to hold a conversation with half a dozen guys joking about genitalia in the other room.

[retconman]

[ He exhales shortly, nose wrinkling; there's a pause as he pinches the bridge of his nose, going over the possibilities in his head. She's been talking to Booster Gold, hasn't she? What other explanation for this could there be? Unless whatever suggestion that had been in her mind already was starting to slip.

In which case Max would still have a problem. ]

What are you thinking; lunch? Or do you just want to pop around my office? I can take an early lunch.

[boobwindow]

Give me the address and I'll swing by.

[ She doesn't want to have this conversation anywhere but an isolated place. His office will have to do. He won't do anything stupid there, she hopes. ]

[retconman]

[ He gives her the address to the Human Rights offices. ]

Just give me ten minutes or so to wrap things up before I meet you. It isn't a terribly busy day, but if I'm taking an early break I need to be caught up enough to justify it. [ He's, in fact, ahead of schedule but that isn't worth mentioning. ] That work for you?