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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.

[spaghettimonster]

That's it, you're the kid who asked strange questions.

[As though that doesn't describe most kids ever.]

And I told you my number, but I didn't say what it was... You remembered that? That was weeks ago, that's seriously impressive.

[runs]

I wrote it down.

They don't dial if you break them up and put a smiley in between, or a number that doesn't go there, or a word, or something.

[spaghettimonster]

Thinking of that so easily... You're making me feel old.

[He's only in his 20s, he shouldn't feel behind the curve technologically.]

[runs]

Well, you are old.

[From her point of view he's positively ancient, after all.]

[spaghettimonster]

What? No! I'm... not that old! Not even thirty.

[runs]

You're an adult.

[spaghettimonster]

But not adult adult.

[runs]

What else would you be, a child adult?

[spaghettimonster]

Y...Yes? Or is that just a manchild...?

No, that doesn't work. Let's say I'm a young adult.

[Nailed it.]

[runs]

Manchild sounds more appropriate. You aren't particularly young.

[spaghettimonster]

I'm plenty young!! And... And to prove it, I'm hanging up!

[Once he figures out how.]

[runs]

That's not proving anything except for that you can't deny the truth.

[spaghettimonster]

Proving...?! There's no winning arguments against nosy, stubborn children! Think what you like!

[runs]

There's only no winning arguments because I'm right.

[spaghettimonster]

No you're not!!

[Finally, he remembers out how to disconnect, and breaks the connection on that defensive screech. The network doesn't work like a phone, does it? Will he get loud messages when he's specifically pulled himself out of that headspace, or will they be stuck on there as recordings to experience later - or, optionally, never?]