[Voice] [backdated like whoa because I should've posted this way before now]

[paradiseshrinemaiden]

[Reimu sounds... really annoyed, but that's nothing new. Actually she probably sounds way more annoyed than normal.]

... So, my dad apparently just got around to finding out about my involvement in that Snake thing only a bit ago.

[There's a pause and she sighs and grumbles.]

He's not happy about it. Now he's started bugging me about pulling out of the exchange program and going back to Japan.

[A snort.] I'm not letting him tell me what to do though. It was his idea to send me to this stupid country in the first place anyway. I just figured I should let you all know since it's you guys' fault I've got him bothering me again. I'm not going anywhere. Not right now anyway.

open;

[clawkind]

Who: Nyah and you! Yes, you.
When: 5/21
Where: Various places in Locke.
What: Nyah's just going about her daily routine and bumping into people along the way. Damn big cities.

( prompts under here yo )

Round Two. [Audio | Cell Phone]

[smalltimer]

All right, like... [Says a nasal, prepubescent voice into a speaker.

A couple of keys beep. They do nothing to the connection. The kid projects.]

So how long are you supposed to friggin' go without gettin' pulse shit?

It's been, like - two damn months since I got one. 'N I think I only got the one, and it did nothing.

Friggin' sucks.

[He doesn't sound actively angry about it - maybe passively-aggressively disappointed is closer to the mark. All in all the recording is pretty idle.]

02 - Voice (Cellphone) / Action

[onecream_fivesugar]

( Private to Melissa Lyre )

[Voice]

Oh-uh. Hey there everybody.

So I was supposed to go to the mall with my aunt but she kind of ditched me, I guess?

Anyways I'm already here so I was wondering if anyone would like to join me for a bit to eat slash shopping. It'll be really fun, I promise!

...Pretty please?

...Did that sound to desperate? I really hope it didn't.

[Action]

[Or for anyone who's just at the mall and not checking the network. There's a fifteen year old girl sitting at the food court looking down at her phone, kicking her feet and just looking all around a little miserable.

...What do?]