savetheearth | 1. Voice. Cellphone.

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1. Voice. Cellphone.

[Why is he calling this number again? Some odd urge had taken hold of him over the prior few days to reach this number by any means possible. Ah well, maybe discovering what this number is may help reveal why.]

Hello. My name is Richard Locke. What precisely is this number? Recently, for reasons unnecessary to divulge, this number has become one of interest for myself and--

[A sudden knocking in the background cuts him off.]

Ah, Mr. Locke?

[It's a girl from one of his classes. Thoughts of questioning the network get postponed in favor of playing the part of teacher. His voice grows a bit distant, clearly speaking to the student rather than to the phone.]

Yes, Lily, what is it?

Well, when you were in the cafeteria, you dropped this catalog thing.

[Sounds can be heard over the phone as she produces said catalog from her bag. When had that even left his grasp? Clearly this morning's cup of coffee had been too small if that getting dropped had escaped him.]

Ah, I hadn't realized I'd dropped it. Thank you.

Anytime! [Pause.] So, are you going to buy a motorcycle?

[A pause comes from Richard's end, too. Of course, she would have to notice what was in said catalog.]

No, I have no intention of doing so.

But this one right here is circled. [She points towards one.] It's a really nice looking bike, sir! You'll probably look really good on it! Ah! No, I mean...! Here!

[The catalog gets dumped on his desk before the flustered girl runs out of the classroom. Sometimes high school crushes work towards one's favor, but still... He sighs before turning his attention back to the phone.]

As mentioned before, any details pertaining to what this number is would be appreciated. Thank you.

[And turning off the phone before glancing warily at the catalog on his desk. Midlife crisis? What midlife crisis?]

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[ ... oh dear. Somebody knows that voice. Lyall even recognizes the girl in question as one of the students. Given this is lunch break, he's even free to reply. Sigh.]

It's a rather long story, actually. And if you'd rather talk about it in person, you can come by my classroom. I'm there now.

[He fully expects Locke to recognize his voice, too. Right down to that weariness there.]

And no, it's not my fault, I promise. I'm just as wrapped up in it as everyone else is, somehow or another.

[Oh that voice. Yes, he recognizes both it and the weariness instantly.]

As convenient as you being the culprit behind this would be, it's unlikely you're capable of concocting something of this caliber.

[There's a hint of humor in that. Seriously though, getting a number stuck in his head and getting him to go out and buy a damn sword just cause of a dumb urge? Yeah, takes way more skill than a biology teacher likely possesses.]

Expect me there momentarily.

[Richard flicks off the phone and begins to make his way towards Lyall's classroom. This little chat will hopefully help clear up whatever all this nonsense is. Sudden odd knowledge about swords coupled with a weird number in your head? Not normal. A sigh escapes him as he continues walking.

Within a few moments, he's arrived at the destination. Rather than stepping inside the classroom instantly, two knocks at the door come first. Best to make sure the other man wasn't busy before proceeding in.]

[Lyall's there and waiting, laptop pushed a little ways aside and busily trying to finish the last of his lunch so they can actually talk without his stomach distracting him. He swallows when the knock comes, sets his sandwich down, and calls,]

It's open, come on in!

[Now, hopefully it's actually Richard and not a student.]

[That hope proves correct when Richard enters the room upon being given the okay. A nod of greeting gets sent at the other man as he approaches.]

I appreciate you seeing me on such short notice.

[Especially since this talk appears to be intruding on Lyall's lunch. Just because Richard can survive without much food though the day didn't mean others were the same.]

[Lyall shrugs and offers a little smile. He doesn't mind; he'd rather be helpful with a colleague than let the poor guy flounder around. And probably find his name, regardless, since he hadn't been very careful about it in the beginning and wind up asking, anyway.]

It's lunch. And it's a very long story, that number that showed up in your head. I've had mine, and been on that network you just accessed, for a month and a half now. I'm guessing you only just got yours...?

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