tenminutes | DDD: IC CONTACT POST

[ tracking numbers had been simple enough.

(tracking endless variations of numbers, easier. sequences and area codes. some strange and foreign. some discovered and decoded. some seemingly improbable and impossible, though he had written them nonetheless. he had scratched out all that flooded in. a longer list of empty numbers - and now taken ones - voices connecting upon the other end. sometimes machine, sometimes human. sometimes desperate for conversation - though he dodged them all with quick and polite excuses. claims of wrong numbers. mistakes.)

and there had been an influx of calls. of questions. (and grumblings from rooms over, as they were hung-up upon. again and again. only to be copied down later. only to be written out later. recorded in logs and notebooks. when he was alone. when he knew it easiest to take upon research - particularly for this one - when alone.)

and so, when this number came to be next - he called it. habitually marking patterns. finding clues. prying information from what he assumed likely - to make this community more avoidable. more readily avoidable.

to allow him to (with much more ease) focus upon the end. ]

Edited 2012-09-22 22:31 (UTC)

[ Yuri basically never got phone calls from anyone besides Guild or SSS members, so when she answered, she didn't bother stating her name or anything. She just assumed it was someone she knew. ]

What's up?

[ much to his general misfortune this evening, there seemed to be a rash of actual answers. of actual voices. (no prerecordings. no requests to submit personal information. no empty dial tones. no confused menus in languages he barely began to understand.) and it is, without trying, a newer pattern. something else that emerges. (and though there is no clear placement of it, not yet, he can only assume that --)

but, the way this call is greeted stalls him. no "hello", no questions. no inquiries. no requests to know his name and know why it is he's called. (and for a long moment, he says nothing. for a long moment, he might only think to say nothing. words lodged and words stumbled. words hidden away in the sudden derailing of predictability. and for a longer moment, he thinks of some answer - and the way it is delivered seems mismatched to his voice. strangely young. boyish. ) ]

... Wrong number.

[ ... well, he tried? ]

[ Yuri's first thought was to immediately call out "bullshit" just based on the number of phones in this world. They were all possessed by the SSS or Guild unless they were school staff phones. The school staff were NPCs, they weren't programmed to get wrong numbers. ]

All of the phones there aren't any non-school phone numbers in this world except for this and Guild's. Who is this?

[ "Guild"? There's a small note of thought in that, but it is only jotted down without much ado. If nothing else, this was another piece of information that could prove connective. ]

The community called from here. [ It's a non-answer. An answer. And there's a small pause, but: ] I called it back.

[ Close enough. ]

Edited 2012-09-28 22:57 (UTC)

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tenminutes - 2012-09-29 04:35 (UTC) - Expand

[Looks like this is some time after the logic error, after she had attempted to save him, to stall for him, and she succeeded at that at least. Still... she had gotten hurt for him.

She left so quickly after everything happened too...]

Yuri? It's me....

[ Yuri glanced up at her laptop on her desk from her bed. On top of everything that was going on and seeing Battler and Beatrice... as they were, she didn't want to deal with this right now. For all she knew this was a "we need to talk" sort of speech. Even then she still perked up a little when her laptop screen brightened up the room, dark from night. She was already basically in her pajamas. Having another one of those sleepless nights.

Yuri got up and headed over to the laptop. She didn't switch it to video like she normally would though. ]

It's me too.

[He didn't know how to start talking about things here... she probably thought the worst of everything right now. She had left so fast, he didn't get a chance to talk to her and thank her for what she's done so...

Might as well start now.]

I just wanted to.... call you to thank you for everything. I shouldn't have asked you to stall like that, it killed me to bring that up even... but I was desperate at that point. Thanks for doing that much for me. [and then it was Beato that had come and saved the day at least.]

You've always been there for me, you know? I'm really lucky to have you. And also..... I got out of the wedding with Erika, and right after that... Beato asked about a proposal as well.

[ This really, really wasn't making her feel any better. Even after hearing that, she'd still go do something stupid like that. ]

Mhm. I figured I would get out of there before anything got more complicated. Wasn't wrong about that.

[ She didn't have a place there, she wasn't supposed to be there. When she saw Battler and Beatrice, it was obvious. Yuri wasn't remotely needed there and it hurt because she wanted to be able to do just one thing and she'd just done exactly what everyone had said would happen. ]

[He won't torment her anymore though, he got his thanks out of the way so he'll move on to the next thing he wanted to say.]

....I turned her down, you know.

[He couldn't help but smile to himself at that.]

She's not the one I love.

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