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
network: @XXXtra_TerrestriEL
1. yeah sorta
2. wouldn't matter even if i knew. time moves around inconsistently here in different areas so the only time you can really care about is right now.
3. do you have chargeable ones? i can charge them.
4. wait you live in new york and don't know what 420 is?? have you never passed washington square on april 20?? [ do you even go here???? ]
answering the other part requires you knowing about furries do you know what furries are at least
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NO NO AND NO. PRETEND I LIVE UNDER A ROCK AND GO FROM THERE. [Honestly, that's not too far off from the truth.]
AND NO, I DON'T HAVE BATTERIES PERIOD
YOU KNOW ANY WAY TO GET A RADIO TO WORK WITHOUT THEM?
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why pretend??
you lived in NEW YORK come on
don't tell me you're originally from jersey or some shit
well other than be me I guess you'd need to find batteries somewhere
what kind you need? I have some AAs
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NO BUT ID PROBABLY BE MORE USED TO PICKING MY WAY AROUND AN APOCALYPTIC SHITHOLE IF I WAS
I LIVE IN THE UPPER WEST SIDE. I DONT USUALLY GO TO GREENWICH UNLESS I NEED TO FOR WORK
[He holds off on replying to the next part of the message until he's given the radio another thorough look over to determine what batteries it takes.]
I THINK AAS WOULD WORK
LOOKS LIKE I NEED 4 OF THEM
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okay good i wouldn't want jersey to set a precedent this early for all of our future communications
[ which is snobby especially for someone who's not really from new york to say, but it's not like anyone else really knows the difference at this point. given the fact he was edging toward telling this guy off for not being as familiar with new york city as he is, it's to be expected that most would be none the wiser anyway. ]
lucky you I have exactly 4
one has that white shit coming out of it [ insert dirty joke here. normally eliot would actually include it himself but there's so much time for that later when he hands these suckers off to reverse-furry-pot-reference-guy ]
still got enough juice though
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AS LONG AS THEY DON'T BLOW THE THING UP OR POISON ME I DON'T REALLY CARE WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE
WHERE ARE YOU?