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[ 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)

In which case it probably wanted us to meet, so what's your name and the most interesting thing about you?

[ Not an invasive question at all, nope. Yuri has almost a singsong tone in her voice as well, as though she asked a perfectly innocent question. She won't press, even if he doesn't answer. Well, not about the interesting part. His name, on the other hand.. well, she might just come up with one if he doesn't answer that. ]

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