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[spaghettimonster]

- INBOX - written / text / audio / video "Hi, you've reached Russell. Thanks for calling, unless it's bad news! ...Please leave your name, number, and a brief message, and I'll call you soon." art credit code credit

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voice - finally getting around to putting that number in her phone after Pride

[runs]

Hey.

Is this your number?

(returning from hiatus!)

[spaghettimonster]

[There's a couple hours delay before a response comes - likely a mix of the time that passes before Russell checks the Network at all, and another much shorter delay before he responds.]

I don't hear you reciting a number...? Did part of your message get cut off?

[runs]

I'm on my phone. So I typed it in.

[It's just the easiest way of accessing the network wherever and whenever she wants. Convenient when you have a grandmother who is easily talked into buying you a phone if you say that you totally need one to stay in touch and safe because those are the times.]

[spaghettimonster]

[It really is; that's the same way Russell's tapped in, this time. This voice sounds familiar, though it's taking a minute to place, between the confusion of a network message that went up a while ago but has no responses yet.]

Certainly, certainly, but... I don't understand. Am I the only one hearing this? Besides you.

[runs]

Well, I input your number and not mine.

So I'd assume to just be talking to you.

[spaghettimonster]

And that worked?

That put you in contact with me??

[runs]

Obiously.

Unless you still think that I'm a ...part of your imagination.

[spaghettimonster]

No, I know better now. Even if it would be simpler.

You sound like a kid. And familiar. We've met... Did I think I was imagining you then?

[runs]

No.

We met when the lady gave us food after the zoo hunt.

audio

[channingchanningchanning]

Hey, you need to tell my family that you're dogsitting me all day on Saturday.

[spaghettimonster]

[Not checked immediately, but when he does he's baffled.]

Huh? I don't have anything on my calendar... Are you sure it was all day?

[channingchanningchanning]

Of course it is all day. I want that much time free from someone checking where I am.

[spaghettimonster]

You...

[There's another minute as he tries to follow, then his voice returns with a good deal more suspicion.]

I'm not scheduled to take you, you're asking me to... volunteer to, to be your fall guy for your plans for the day?

[channingchanningchanning]

Of course.

[Duh.]

That's what you will be. Don't worry, nothing will happen to me while you're responsible.

[spaghettimonster]

That's not how dogsitting works, they ask me, and...

Why don't you sneak out? I know you've done that before.

[channingchanningchanning]

I want to go to the manor House all day! And if I stay away for that long without [an excuse] a dogsitter, they'll notice!

[spaghettimonster]

Sure, but it's not like they'll ask you questions about it! They'll just... be more careful letting you out for a while.

[When he puts it that way, he doesn't envy being a dog.]

It's too bad you can't get yourself hired as your own dogsitter...

[He mutters it, because it's a ridiculous notion. Too many holes to fill. Even if Chad made a convincing human, with all the relevant documents, he'd need a body-double for the dog, and Chad's not just any Pomeranian after all.]

June 7th - Normal (Encrypted) Phone Text

[iamnotgod]

Chad mentioned getting an Echo after chasing a mouse, and that you were there with him.

One, did you also have an Echo, and Two, if so, are you all right?

[Walter is Concerned.]

Phone Text

[spaghettimonster]

[Pretty quickly after Walter's text comes a terse reply.]

in fine
1 yes 2 yes
just a memory

[As far as he can tell, anyway. It's been only a short while, but nothing's physically changed, and he hasn't noticed any changes to his temperament, besides just feeling a bit embarrassed for the guy (him) who went through it.]

Re: Phone Text

[iamnotgod]

[Walter quietly hopes that parsing typos won't become harder for him in future.]

Did it seem relevant to what just happened?

Chad didn't like his memory.

[spaghettimonster]

bugger all to do w anything

...
but now you mention it
i didn't like mine either

[iamnotgod]

Remind you any of when we first encountered a certain Mr. Evil?

[Though at least those memories weren't calculated to traumatize; the onset of an Echo was enough to disturb and distract.]

[spaghettimonster]

no relation
but it was PERFECTLY timed to let something get away

i didn't see him anywhere though
and believe me i looked

[After a few minutes of disorientation and pestering Chad for answers, anyway.]

[iamnotgod]

Or whatever you let get away?

[Which leads to the regrettably-simple conclusion:]

We're not dealing with a mouse as one of the Numbered now, are we? Much as I'd rather it not be Mr. Evil again.

[spaghettimonster]

[At least two minutes pass before a reply from Russell, as he first squints suspiciously at that very specific guess, to doublechecking the network to confirm just what Chad's been saying.]

i refuse to believe just being numbered is enough to cause echoes
i haven't caused you any echoes have i???

maybe he turns into a mouse

[If Chad can turn human, who's to say other animals can't, as well. Not that it's a comforting thought in any way shape or form.]