audio, shitty cellphone

[stealinghats]

Hello? ... Hello? [There's a long pause as Victor tries to determine if anyone answered the phone or not, because obviously that big long number had to be a phone number of some sort. There's no dial tone or anything, so he decides it must be leaving a message (or the person is a creeper and just listening to him in silence, but uhhhhhh nty he'd rather not think about that as an option).]

... Yes, well. Ahem. I do believe I owe you an apology, it seems I've lost track of your order—you did order something or other, correct? This is Dubois, by the way. I hope my response isn't too dreadfully late, things have been a little, ah, hectic for me lately, to say the very least. Long story. I won't bore you with the details.

At any rate, this is likely a mistake on my part. If it is late, I suppose I'll offer you a discount for the inconvenience. Call me back when you're available and we'll sort out exactly what's going on here. My number is [actually over here not that there's really a reason to call his phone when he's already connected to the secret number club secret number network] in case you lost it.

Comments

[Video | Water Trough]

[destinedforrock]

[A look at a screen would show a watery image of a white horse; without it, a female voice can still be heard speaking flatly.]

What are you talking about?

[Audio4lyfe]

[stealinghats]

[He doesn't look at the screen because that's silly, why would he need to check that. Actually, he was about to hang up but... well, maybe that creepy second option really was it. You creeper.]

Your order— ugh, did I dial a wrong number?

[destinedforrock]

Not likely. I can hear you. And I'm sure most everyone else can, too.

[stealinghats]

What are you talking about? Am I on speakerphone? Who is this?

[destinedforrock]

Might whatever it is with which you're speaking have a screen?

voice;

[reapsthewind]

[Good lord what is this woman's voice it sounds really screechy and obnoxious]

Yes, I DID make an order, and you're unforgivably late with it. You can drop it off at the math department at Locke addressed to C. Starsky.

voice;

[stealinghats]

[WOW, rude. This is almost believable except she's still rude and Victor doesn't take that shit.]

And which order would that be, exactly?

voice;

[reapsthewind]

The one for...

[shit. cake? what would she order custom? more like what would she try to get for FREE. HMM. rocket models? no she can build those... oh]

The white leather motorcycle jacket? With the red front panels and the blue sleeve detailing? Did you seriously lose my order?

voice;

[stealinghats]

I think I'd remember an order that tacky. [DENIED]

I'm only going to ask one more time—and I swear to god, I'm hanging up if you start sending me more horse videos—who the hell is this?

voice {iphone}

[ursoreckless]

You really have no idea what you just dialed into, now do you? [Shou's voice is a little deep and a little amused sounding and he has a pretty distinct accent.]

voice {he wishes he had an iphone}

[stealinghats]

How many lines do you people have at this number?! This is completely unnecessary. [huff!!] Do I owe anyone an order or not?

voice {iphone 5 gold cuz he's special~}

[ursoreckless]

Everyone in this club can hear you. We can also find you if we really wish to. Instead we have something to give you. If you will accept the challenge, then maybe we might actually have a conversation with you about special orders.

Click this link to learn more

voice {so jelly} 1/2

[stealinghats]

"This club"? [ugh he really should just hang up now, this sounds so stupid

He's also wondering since when does his phone support hyperlinks? but what the hell, he might as well humour these guys.

Even if this is... really weird...

Give him a few minutes to skim this proper.]

voice 2/2

[stealinghats]

This looks like a whole lot of nonsense. What is this, some kind of game? What's the word for it? [ARGs are silly]

I applaud the effort you've put into this, but I'm not interested.

text

[dorkytracksuit]

you've got the wrong number.

text

[stealinghats]

You're a little late to point this out, you know.

Re: text

[dorkytracksuit]

Just making sure.

[ text ]

[fatherssins]

This isn't who you think it is.

You've addressed this to a whole community.

[ text ]

[stealinghats]

Yes, so I've noticed.

I still don't see what this has to do with me.

[ text ]

[fatherssins]

You'll see.

[ text ]

[stealinghats]

My, how ominous.

No, really, what the hell is this all about? Someone mentioned people trying to kill us and I'm not even going to get into the planet-eating right now. If my life going to be in any immediate danger that I should be aware of?

Voice

[kingofthetoybox]

Assuming you already know that you've got the wrong number, so I'll keep this brief: welcome to the game, numbnuts.

Voice

[stealinghats]

... Charmed. [so deadpan] And how old might you be?

[kingofthetoybox]

Twelve. What's it to you?

[stealinghats]

You're a little young, aren't you? Not that a child is much stranger than talking animals, I suppose. [who let you join a supernatural network unsupervised huh] You should mind your manners.