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1 Open Voice & 1 Open Log
Mar. 14th, 2021 11:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
monochromaticallyWho; Móno and you!
What; 1 Open Network & 1 Open Log
Where;He’s hiding out at the Historium
When; March 13th
Warnings; Will edit if anything happens!
Voice - Tell-phone
[He’d never seen anything quite like this before, phones were so much more stationary in his world. All plastic-paperweights with their round dials... He doubted the viewers even used them anymore. It reminded him more of the remote control in a way, but their functions were very different.
Eventually Móno figured out from the instructions that it was, indeed, a phone. Did he want to talk to anyone here? It might help figure a few things out... It’s not like anyone could come through the phone, right?
Actually, that was horrifying and not outside the realm of possibility given what he’d seen happen in his short life. So he’s going to ignore that thought and tuck it away for later.
A small voice comes through the feed. It’s definitely young, but it has a weird static buzz to it. Maybe there’s something wrong with the phone?There isn’t. The static does give it a slightly eerie quality, but the questions that come through are innocent enough.]
Hello?
...
What’s it like in the colour buildings? [Yes, he’s hidden away at the nearby Historium.] And why’s it so foggy still...?
[Things are so rarely what they seem from his experience. It seemed kind of shady to him.]
( Log Below cut! )
What; 1 Open Network & 1 Open Log
Where;He’s hiding out at the Historium
When; March 13th
Warnings; Will edit if anything happens!
Voice - Tell-phone
[He’d never seen anything quite like this before, phones were so much more stationary in his world. All plastic-paperweights with their round dials... He doubted the viewers even used them anymore. It reminded him more of the remote control in a way, but their functions were very different.
Eventually Móno figured out from the instructions that it was, indeed, a phone. Did he want to talk to anyone here? It might help figure a few things out... It’s not like anyone could come through the phone, right?
Actually, that was horrifying and not outside the realm of possibility given what he’d seen happen in his short life. So he’s going to ignore that thought and tuck it away for later.
A small voice comes through the feed. It’s definitely young, but it has a weird static buzz to it. Maybe there’s something wrong with the phone?
Hello?
...
What’s it like in the colour buildings? [Yes, he’s hidden away at the nearby Historium.] And why’s it so foggy still...?
[Things are so rarely what they seem from his experience. It seemed kind of shady to him.]
( Log Below cut! )
