network: HUMANSONA420

[sweariff]

WHO: bigby & you
WHAT: small, angry new yorker yells at small, purple phone: the genesis.
WHERE: over the network.
WHEN: before the event, aka right now, but can also be backtagged throughout it and after.

[This? This is not a phone. This is a little glowing square crafted from (presumably) plastic and fueled by (obviously) hatred with way too many picture boxes and keys that are too small for his fingers. Plus, it looks like it has a camera attached to it. So, clearly not a phone.

It is, however, the only usable item he's been able to find in past hour since waking up, excluding a walkie-talkie without batteries — which feels like some cosmic force's idea of a joke, just like everything else in this shithole. After what feels like a wretchedly long amount of time hitting the wrong buttons because, again, they're too goddamned small, Bigby finally reaches the screen he's looking for and somewhat literally takes a shot in the dark.]

hello

[That... also looks too small. Isn't there a way to make this shit bigger?]

hELLO

[Perfect.]

GOT A COUPLE OF QUESTIONS
MAYBE YOU'LL HAVE THE ANSWERS
1. IS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE FROM NEW YORK CITY
2. WHAT YEAR IS IT
3. WHERE CAN I FIND BATTERIES

[There's a pause on his end for a good two or three minutes as he stares at his screen, then something else occurs to him.]

4. WHAT THE FUCK IS A HUMANSONA420

Comments

[sweariff]

[It's been a good while since he's heard anything back from the Network, enough for him to get comfortable with the silence... until the not-phone buzzes like an angry hornet against the hard, flat surface he's set it on. Jesus, that's unsettling. Bigby reaches for the device and holds it like it's radioactive material set to explode (hell, it's already glowing), skimming over the screen.

His eyes narrow at the single word reply he reads back. Well, you can't get more articulate than that.]

FUCK

[Or can you.]

[chainsawman]

[ Whoa! That was fast. So very fast, and yet, by the time Denji reads the reply, he's completely forgotten what he's even sent. He thinks it's his own message. In a rare moment of self-reflection: ]

Didn't I write something else?

[ Yes, Denji, you did. It takes him a second to piece everything together after deciding he definitely wrote shit, not fuck. Once he figures out how to reply, he begins to realize how frustrating it's going to be, typing on something as small as this. ]

YOU TALKING TO ME ?

[sweariff]

I AM NOW

[It's crazy how much of a difference the caps button makes, and even crazier that this is the only other person he's spoken to so far who's made use of them.]

[chainsawman]

WHO ARE YOU

[ For how late this tag is, Denji responds lightning fast. Probably because he has nothing better to do. He takes a little time to fiddle around with the buttons and realizes he can scroll up if he tries - and it's then that he sees the contents of first set of messages. ]

NEW YORK IS IN AMERICA
HOW ARE YOU TALKING TO ME IF I'M FROM JAPAN

[sweariff]

PROBABLY BECAUSE THIS IS A PHONE. I THINK. MAYBE.
AND I'M PRETTY SURE THIS ISN'T JAPAN SO THAT MIGHT HELP TOO

[That's a lot of maybes and probablys though.]

MY NAME'S BIGBY
WHAT CAN I CALL YOU? [Because wow, he thought his username looked weird.]

[chainsawman]

DE
N
JI
MY
NAME IS
DEN
JI

[ Denji has discovered the return key and it's going to bite him in the ass when no one can read what he's trying to say. ]

PHONE I DON'T KNOW WHAT
THAT IS
THIS IS IT? IT'S
FUCKIN
TINY
ARE ALL OF THEM LIKE THIS//

[sweariff]

I HOPE NOT
IF ANYTHING WHERE I COME FROM IT'S THE OPPOSITE

[1980s phones, man. He never thought he'd those brick-sized monstrosities, but there you go.]

WHAT PART OF JAPAN DOESNT HAVE PHONES?

[chainsawman]

MY PART
MONEY WAS ALWAYS
GONE
PAY DEBTS
NEVER COULD BUY SOMETHING AS STUPID
STUPID
STUPID
AS THIS

[ Denji is, at this point, gripping this thing almost hard enough to break. Its size, fortunately, stops that from being possible. ]

CANT BELIEVE PEOPLE USE THIS SHIT