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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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[signatures]

I hear you.

[ Pause. Briefly Eames wonders if this is one of those days where they acquire some visitors - but the city hasn't suddenly become so overcrowded, and it seems rather late for it. The network has also been rather quiet on that front, so he isn't sure what to make of this particular voice - whether it be Yusuf, true, or someone else entirely, which is always the possibility. Let's not forget a certain Jim Hawkins, after all. ]

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

[ And then, there is Eames' voice coming from the little device with too few buttons-- all very unhelpfully marked, mind. Yusuf's face scrunches up in something that might be annoyance but is probably just confusion. Why would he be down in a dream with Eames? Admittedly, he doesn't exactly remember how he got here... but... ]

Eames, is that you?

[ Yusuf's voice sounds considerably further away after a bit of rustling, the microphone smothered against his palm. ]

[signatures]

Yusuf, man of mine, turn your device about, I can hardly hear you.

[ Well, that gets one question out of the way, at least - but with that out of the way, he has plenty more to occupy the space left behind. ]

Did you just-- arrive?

Voice

[iam-thebadpup.livejournal.com]

Hullo. Yes. Hi. We can hear you. Or I can hear hear you.

Whaddya mean? What's not intuitive?

voice

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

[ That... sounds like a child.

Buggering bugger. ]

Hi there, ah, [ Yusuf looks at the device, wondering how he's supposed to figure anything out with a small child on the other end of this... mobile? Whatever this is. ]

Well it's just I haven't the foggiest of what... I'm calling you on. Or who you are, for that matter.

Re: voice

[iam-thebadpup.livejournal.com]

[A child yes but cursed. She's really an adult. Usually. Well at least she's adult sized usually.]

We ought to have a fancy sort of name for it but it's just a device 'far as I know. Does video, text and voice. Public and private, if you know how to make it private.

I'm Rose Tyler.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Hi! You must be new!

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

Oh. Hello! I am sorry to bother you, this ah, is not my usual mobile...

Or... [ Wait... a... moment.... ] my usual place of residence, for that matter...

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, that happens. That's yours, it's called your Device and it takes movies and pictures and makes phone calls. I know you said 'mobile' so you must know about the calls thing but some people come from times where phones don't take pictures so it's weird to them that the one thing can do all that stuff.

Oh! And this is The City. You're stuck here.

voice;

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

We can hear you. Would you be so kind as to not yell into your device?

[All good-natured teasing, naturally. And as if she had any sodding clue what her device even was when she first got here.]

voice;

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

Oh. [ A pause, placing the accent on the other end as something familiar but not the voice by any means. ]

Very sorry. Not quite sure if I am using this mobile correctly-- oh, how rude of me. I do not know how I dialed you. Very sorry!

voice;

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

You didn't, er, dial me. You're sort of broadcasting to the entire network. That's what these things like to do, apparently—it's a rather annoying habit of theirs.

[synanthrope]

Hello.

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

Oh, hello there. Sorry to bother you, I must have dialed the wrong... [ Yusuf frowns at the mobile that is obviously not a mobile because... well, it just doesn't look like one. ] button.

[synanthrope]

No, your broadcast is public.

private || unhackable || viewable to Eames.

[dropkick]

The way to "stop bothering everyone" is to stop answering them.

private || unhackable || viewable to Eames.

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

[ Oh. Arthur.

And so, Yusuf gives his mobile... thing, a silent look. He shouldn't even be in this dream... he doesn't think...

You did say to stop answering, didn't you Arthur? ]

private || unhackable || viewable to Eames.

[dropkick]

'Everyone' not including Eames or myself.

[shall-yield-us.livejournal.com]

Then is iiiiiiit... deductive?

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

[ A pause... ]

I suppose it is, otherwise how would I have contacted you?

voice; it was bound to happen, why not from the start

[trytofindit.livejournal.com]

Looks like you've got bad luck, showing up on a weekend like this.

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; THIS CAN ONLY END IN TEARS

[dropkick]

'cause the other weekends are so much better?

[ No he gets why but he's butting in re the voice confusion anyway, voice wry and a little amused. ]

voice; NO THIS CAN ONLY END BEAUTIFULLY

[trytofindit.livejournal.com]

Nothing like being confused by the rampant curses more than on a normal weekend, right?