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network: HUMANSONA420
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
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
@TARGYLE
2.) I haven't a clue as to the year.
3.) What are batteries?
4.) I believe that is your network name.
no subject
THE NAME I MEAN
AND BATTERIES ARE LITTLE BULKY PIECES OF METAL YOU CAN POWER SMALL MACHINES WITH
THEY'RE LITTLE PORTABLE ENERGY SOURCES
[That he should even have to explain this makes him wonder where and when this person is from. Maybe a different time period, or... maybe from the Homelands themselves? The possibility seems good if she doesn't know what New York City is.]
no subject
What are their shape? There are many pieces of metal scattered about.