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[diastereomer]

Bugger.

[ A pause because, oh, yes, that would be the button that turns the blasted thing on. Well... we can only hope that there is a delay between Yusuf's annoyed mouthing off at the little piece of technology and it actually turning on. He's holding it much too close to his mouth and, as such, his voice is unaccountably loud for the calm way he asks, ]

If anyone can hear me, would you be so kind as to let me know?

[ The sound of the device being turned over and over in his hands. Hopefully he won't accidentally click it off... ]

Honestly... this is hardly intuitive...



[ ooc: new, fresh meat, etc. not cursed, just confused! ]

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voice; sob poor yusuf...

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

[ Utter confusion, as Arthur's voice comes from the mobile until-- ]

I am not the professional dreamer here; so I do believe this reflects poorly on your placement rather than my luck.

voice; you knew this was coming, otherkat

[trytofindit.livejournal.com]

I'd think anyone who sleeps is a professional dreamer, but none of us are dreaming. Hate to break it to you.

voice; oh! hello firstKat (or, in my mind, proper noun Kat)

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

Mmm, but only a few of us get paid for our dreams, or, manufacturing thereof. [ A questioning frown, that is easily conveyed over the device. ] Of course we're dreaming-- why else would I be next to a giant carousel?

voice; sorry I didn't catch your ooc intro post, Things were happening at home but HERE I AM

[trytofindit.livejournal.com]

Never heard that one before.

Because the carousel's there? It's weird, but it just... is.

voice; i hope everything is okay at your home! ;; /holds

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

Keeping the workforce competitive and all that; you know.

You are hardly one to just accept things. Are you feeling quite alright?

voice; just my brother moving out in a hurry and cleaning up his mess /hugs

[trytofindit.livejournal.com]

... Have we met?

voice; messy boys smh

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

[ About to tell him just how lacking in humour this particular joke is (which, wouldn't be very nice considering that may or may not be his understanding of the way the words Arthur + humor mesh), Yusuf is interrupted by... Arthur?

He is not even going to wonder what is going on, because he doesn't feel like an aneurism today thank you very much. ]

This is really weird. Even for me.

[ Eloquence, thy name is Yusuf. ]

voice; oh god yusuf I'd say I'm sorry but I'm not

[trytofindit.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's still pretty weird to me too.

I'm Jim.

voice; never say sorry ALWAYS FUCK WITH YUSUF (plurk raeg face)

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

Jim.

Jim who sounds like Arthur, but is not.

[ Yusuf scratches his head, trying to gauge just how much this information is unsettling vs a nonissue. ]

That is remarkable. Are the two of you related?

voice; don't give me that kind of permission or I will act on it frequently

[trytofindit.livejournal.com]

No, we're not. The City's just freaky sometimes.

voice; omg all of these FACES of jims akjshdkahsd ACT ON IT WITH HASTE AND VIGOR

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

How very... curious...

Well, I suppose it is nice to meet you; inasmuch as confusing you with a colleague is meeting.

voice; THREADJACKING AGAIN LMFLSDFKJDS SOB

[dropkick]

He's fine.

[ OR NOT Arthur is more concerned with: ]

He's also not me.

[ Not even a version of me, he's thinking. The whole flying saucer-platform thing kind of rules that out, unless Arthur has subconscious flights of fancy inclusive of sci-fi youth wannabes... ]