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 Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 12:31 pm
Ever went a little flushed as she looked at him, maybe a bit embarrassed, but he shrugged. If he'd been her father, she wouldn't have stared at him like that. At twenty-two, it was strange for a young man not to know how to program a cell phone. At forty or fifty, it was more or less expected. He'd worked out the calling bit, at least, after a week or so of dialing all numbers by hand, but adding them to the address book...
He took it back, fumbling awkwardly through the screens to find it and make sure he could find it again. "So. Um. I will call you if I'm out hunting. Or if you just want to go dancing."
It was a struggle for his usual good humor.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 11:33 am
That was entirely true - Ashley's father was, in fact, rather technology illiterate, and the young girl had never given it a second thought.
"Yeah, sure thing ! Can you give me yours, though ?" He pulled her own cellphone out of the pocket of her jeans. "So I know it's you - sometimes I just ignore calls if I don't recognize the number."
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 8:40 pm
That got a wide stort of stare, his eyebrows raised and eyes on Ashley: for a long moment he just contemplated the idea of getting a call from someone who wasn't Zac. His entire call log was likely comprised of one name -- with, potentially, a 'Tony' or two mixed in. The idea of screening calls left him baffled.
"...uh. We can just do this thing..." A fidget, a fumble, and he managed to get his phone to call Ashley's. It was very much like watching her baffled father trying to work the machine. "Yeah. Okay, awesome."
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 12:11 pm
This was really, really weird. Seriously. It looked like there would be a cellphone 101 class in Ever's future - through, thankfully for him, it wouldn't be tonight.
A few fumblings later, and Ashley's much more modern smartphone was ringing to the voice of Lady Gaga. More specifically, Bad Romance. "Hm, yeah, that works." She then just hit the create contact button on her touchscreen to add him. Simple !
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 1:01 pm
An expression of victory faded slowly to one of horror as the song slowly seeped its way into his memories, drawing out one in particular: Zinkenite and Ilmenite, attempting to infiltrate the BMC and instead stuck gleefully singing a "Bad Romance" duet. Passable, on Zink's side, but really bad on his. IT made him twitch until the song cut off, and then he shuddered -- dramatic and not exactly thrilled.
He polished off the last french fries to keep from saying anything, shoved his own phone into his pocket, and fished for the wallet. The girl had obviously been planning on a lot more drinks, or perhaps purchasing a hit or two of x; there were quite a few neatly-folded twenties in her wallet. As Ever composed his expression, he set enough of them on the table to cover dinner and tip. "Don't get in trouble now."
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 1:06 pm
This only made poor Ashley more confused - really. No one had ever told her that specific tidbit of the other side of the BMC fiasco. Though, all in all, they'd sang Bad Romance. Fluorite and co had pretty much re-enacted Twilight with Bismuthite as their Bella.
She would have argued that they had it worse.
Fluorite just smirked at that last comment, finishing her glass before answering. "Trouble is my middle name. You get your leg checked out, okay ?"
And with that, the purple-haired girl was gone.
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