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[Despite the fact that a line of text transcribed from him using voice is infinitely to prefer, seeing as how the spelling appears to be under control... well, it still comes out in his rather terrible scrawl.]

Now that is very sweet, Siiri. I'm pretty sure you just wrote down the wrong number, though, so hopefully you ain't given this away to him or her just yet.

[In a different handwriting to the first, more cursive and feminine, but also scruffier.]

How did you do that?

Ooooh, she did give it away. To another person with a number, too! Well, I didn't actually do anything. It's the number she wrote down, see? It's not hers, it connects to a secret network, though I imagine she doesn't know that yet.

I'm Åsa.

A secret network? What for?

Nice to talk to you, Asa, I'm Fay.

[Look, he has no idea what an Å is. He's never seen one before.]

And well, for people who have these numbers. You have one too, right? This strange number stuck in your head that you can't figure out what it's from, but that you can't seem to forget?

[Siiri has been watching in confusion and with a twist of her stomach as Åsa suddenly scribbled something on the piece of paper, unsure if that was a good or a bad sign.

But then, after debating what she should do for what feels like ages, she leans over to look at the paper, and Åsa pushes it towards her, and...

and. Sorry, Fay, you will have to wait another minute while she just stares and tries to grasp the situation and to figure out an appropriate response to it. Just stands there and stares down at the paper. Good thing really that it is the slowest of the slow days at the coffee shop, that the only people in the shop aside form them are two patrons who are here for the wi-fi and not for the coffee, off in corners with headphones on and engrossed in whatever they are doing on their laptops.

Finally, she gently takes the paper away from the other woman and then the first hand writing is back.]

It's Åsa.

Å is pronounced Oh.

[Clearly that is the most important thing in this situation, or at least the one that needs to be addressed first. Don't make this wonderful woman sad by butchering her name.]

[ooc: I ave permission/input from Åsa-mun for this tiny godmodding]

Oh, sorry! I didn't know that was a letter. [A+ way of expressing yourself boy.] Anyway, I'm really sorry to intrude on you both, it's just that the note is now visible on the network, so everyone else with a number can see it too.

[Åsa's not really concerned with someone misspelling her name; it'd hardly be the first time since coming to America. And she's too distracted to take note of Siiri defending her name, letting her take the paper wordlessly. She's baffled as to what's going on, but in a calm, almost disconnected sort of way. Maybe it's Siiri's presence, maybe it's because it just doesn't feel real. She'll probably wake up soon.

But something that Fay wrote has set her thinking, and once Siiri sets her pen down again, Åsa takes the moment to ask,] Siiri? Can I see what number I put down for you? [Because there is that dratted number that she can't seem to forget and what if she put it down as well.

Because she wants to make sure that she didn't, not because she wants to make sure that Siiri has the right number to text her, of course.]

[Siiri will pick up the reason of Åsa's question quickly enough and look at the note herself before handing it over, her expression shifting very faintly at what she sees - this is not a phone number.

Definitely not.

It does look a lot like the number over the ever expanding text on the sheet, though... She quickly throws a glance at the other two people in the store and then takes up the pen again to reply. She'll first read through the whole previous conversation and mull it over for a moment, though. Considering who this is, a moment of mulling things over means a pretty long timespan.]

Cannot be erased?

Her number's different from mine. Different networks? [She has been vaguely wondering about it, but it only got annoyingly prevalent in her thoughts a few hours ago so she assumed that it was a kind of catchy tune type thing.

And last, but not least:] Why did we get them?

Ain't no way of erasing it once it's up, no. Sorry. And it's the same network, but the numbers are like your personal login I guess? Except it don't matter where you write them down, they'll always access the network. And that last one's kind of a puzzler. That you've got them means you'll start remembering things that ain't never happened to you, but search me if I know why.

[While Siiri mulls over the conversation so far, Åsa makes to write her actual number on the original sheet of paper. She puts her pen to paper, but then pauses and rethinks. She doesn't want to accidentally put her mobile number on a network of strangers. Instead she takes out her sketch book and tears out another piece of paper so she can start afresh. With her actual number on this one (and this gives her a chance to give Siiri her full name too!) she pushes it over and then leans over to see the reply that Siiri just got.] "May I?" [She leans over to take the paper, and then after a moment puts the paper in the back of her sketch book to see if it'll give them more space to write. And then she adds,]

So we can use phones or laptops? [Actually, that makes a lot more sense. How are they communicating over an ordinary piece of paper anyway?]

Things like a boy in a dress in a bush?

Oh yes. I'm actually talking into my phone right now, though the first time this happened to me I ended up connecting through my TV. I really meant anything. And the memories can be anything, really, though often something similar happening sets it off. And sometimes stuff turns up out of those memories, or abilities, or... well, your appearance might change too.

Furry ears or wings?

[She's reading the writing on the head at the moment, so her message is put on the side of the paper, to not have to take it away from Åsa.

Also DON'T JUDGE HER THOUGHT PROCESS she just had to imagine what physical changes could possibly befall Åsa. And "cuteness" and "angel" were the only things that she could come up with.]

[Leaning over the bar a bit more, Åsa reads the reply, but then lets Siiri pen their response. While she does that she pulls out her phone from her bag and cautiously starts to type, eyes wide when she sees what the number opens up.] Siiri, look at this!

[And in a moment she'll find their post and open it up, looking though the conversation they've had so far, still too amazed to think about the seemingly impossible idea of physical changes.]

[Fay's next reaction will be slightly delayed as Siiri looks at what Åsa is pulling up, but she will return to the sheet of paper while Åsa scrolls around, assuming that she can still look at it later and that Åsa will tell her if anything important crops up - but it would be impolite to not answer as quickly as possible.]

I wouldn't even be surprised. Pretty sure there's at least one girl with sparkly fairy wings, and are probably more. Ain't sure about furry ears but you'd be amazed by all the weird eyes people have ended up with.

Weird eyes?

[She throws a quick nervous glance at Åsa, but no, her eyes are still blue. Nothing weird there. ~~Just you wait.~~]

[From her phone, no she has that working.]

I don't want wings or ears or funny eyes! [People would stare.]

Did you change, Fay?

[At this point, Siiri will leave the conversation for a bit to come around the corner, grab a chair and nod for Åsa to follow her, and then bring both around the counter so she can sit down there, but out of the way. This over the counter business and standing is needlessly uncomfortable.]

All kinds of weird. Robot eyes and red eyes and what have you. And sorry, sugar, none of us get to decide. Some people don't change at all, while some... change a lot. [He should probably not say something like "change horribly", no.]

And I... uh, well, I may have turned into some weird kind of vampire.

[Åsa lets Siiri guide her round to where they can sit down. She sits without looking, curling in like she normally does on her sofa, focused on her phone. She's distracted, trying to read past entries and keep an eye on what Fay's saying at the same time. Her reply will come a little late.]

You're joking, right? [He can't be serious. She looks up at Siiri.] "He's joking? He has to be." [This isn't the kind of thing that happens in real life.] Vampires don't exist in real life.

[She'll lean over, quickly adding to Åsa's last sentence.] Bats aside.

[But she completely agrees with the other woman. That just sounds a bit too unreal.]

Yeah, I know, it sounds completely crazy. But what with starving unless I get blood and growing claws and shit, I was pretty easily convinced. Just look around the network. Right at the point where you'll see the talking horse is probably when you'll just give up, ladies~.

"See"?

[So there is more than writing?]

"I suppose it's like on a webcam, maybe, or... well, that would make more sense on a tv, wouldn't it?" [Åsa glances at Siiri, but she's still frowning. There's too much to take in. She's still not sure she believes Fay about being a vampire. What if he's trying to make a joke of them?]

If you can make videos, can you make phone calls to it as well? [Not that she feels inclined to do either; video involves showing her face to a bunch of strangers, voice involves accents without the help of body language to translate them.]

Hi, Siiri. I think you had the wrong number. ;)

Not for you.

[Whoever this is. She is not quite sure what is going on, still, but since the whole number giving thing had a set-up of decidedly romantic intent (the coworker who started the mess was trying to find her a girlfriend, after all, and was understood that way by the person who first received her number, so...) It just seems to have the highest priority here.

But other things are important too.]

Using your phone? [Since Fay mentioned that as a possibility, and the way the writing shows up on the paper...]

[Michelle understood just fine; she was just being a smartass. This was a little different from the other first posts she'd seen.]

My computer, but phones work too.

Edited (just rewording) 2013-12-02 22:47 (UTC)

Pen on paper, computer, phone. What else?

Those are all I've tried, but supposedly anything you can put the number on works.

[She wonders how that talking horse does it.]

[Hm.

Let her just try something.

The next message will take a while.]

On can write on their body, too.

Someone else said they got on through the TV. Somehow.

Edited 2013-12-03 11:20 (UTC)

Maybe by punching the numbers in on the remote?

That would make sense! It seems a bit complicated, though. How does it work? It's clearly not an internet thing.

Telepathy? (That's a legitimate theory.)

[Michelle had actually wondered about the body thing, since another guy brought it up, but she'd chickened out of trying it herself.]

Does it hurt?

Not when done with pen.

I meant the network appearing.

Not really noticeable.

[It's weird, it feels like there SHOULD be something. But there really isn't.]

Could be useful, I guess.

Hard to wash off.

[She's currently trying and. yeah. Getting it off is a bit more complicated. She should have thought about that earlier. Or not have written with a marker.]

Try writing your number on something else.

Can only "log in" in one place?

Right. It should get it off you.

[Give her a bit...]

Worked.

Thanks.

Your name?

Michelle. :)

I have to get offline, but for what it's worth, welcome.

See you around.

[After all her own name is already out there.]

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Sorry for the wait, you don't have to reply if you'd rather drop the thread.

Eh, it's easy to wrap it up here.

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