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 Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2015 12:34 am
It took some time for Joy to find her room but half that time to bemoan the less-than-ideal condition. She would have work to do, but that can come later because she was a tad bit more interested and invested in her new phone. She came from what was once the texting capital of South East Asia (she isn't so sure if it's held that title) and thought it was only right she become reacquainted with the cellular phone.
Only to find it had a flat surface. And there was no keypads. She spent more time staring at it and fiddling with it than she did looking for her basement dwellings. Finally, she remembered Horace's offer and because she wasn't one to let her pride get in the way of learning, she went out to look for him.
And because she couldn't use the phone, she couldn't call him and ask where he was. So she resorted to the old method of communication. Namely: repeatedly yelling out the person's name at the top of her lungs until a.) Horace found her, b.) Someone who couldn't stand the noise found him for her, c.) Someone offered her something to shut the ******** up, or d.) Someone tried to shut her the ******** up sans the bribe. (Admittedly, option c was more of a bonus than an expected result and option d resulted far more often it might as well have been option a.)"HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!!!!!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2015 12:40 pm
There was a strange sound in the hallway. Horace ignored it and flipped a page in his book. Lady Butterworth was about to be pecked to death by pigeons. Or something. The book was truly awful: one from the library, not his personal collection. Which is why he didn't feel back throwing it against the wall. In fact, the distinct thump was satisfying. "Take that, Lady Butterbutt," he mumbled. What was that noise? It continued on and on and on. Horace wrinkled his nose and cracked open his door. "Who's commiting murder out there?!" And then, he listened. And realized it was his name. Jesus ******** Christ wept. He dragged a hand down his face. Sicne this person apparently had no way to communicate besides screaming, he hesitated, wondering at the sense of inviting a person like that into his room. It was either that or ignore it... "WHOEVER THE ******** IS SCREAMING THIS IS HORACE. ROOM 38, NOW STOP IT." And then he waited, leaning against the open door to his room. Horace found himself reluctantly admiring their tenacity.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2015 3:45 pm
Joy wasn't sure how many times she'd called for him, but she had the lung power to keep at it. Plus, it wasn't like she had anything else that required her immediate attention. Eventually, she got a response, and fortunately for her it did not involve getting objects thrown at her like she was some alley cat yowling away in the night.
The Moon trainee gave a little shuffle-dance when she found Horace, or rather he heard her and directed her to his room. Huh, 38, not too far from her own. She jogged up to his place.
"'Musta~" she chirped. "You said to look for you after I got my weapon but I got a problem." It was then that Joy held up her sword and yelled For the Honor of Grayskull dark-screened phone to him.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2015 8:47 am
"Oh," Surprise filtered into his voice. "Damn, Joy, you got a set of pipes on you." He grinned and gestured her to come into his room. His room was neat, excepting the paint cans stacked in the corner. Oh, and the facts that his blankets were half on the floor. And maybe the pile of books next to the bed. "Sit where you please." Which meant the one, lonely chair, or a corner of his bed. "Alright, hand it over - did you get a dud phone? Or did you kill it?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 5:25 am
Joy just grinned up at the tall hunter and gave her belly a light pat, "From the diaphragm, one of the few lessons I actually appreciated from music class." She entered his room and took a seat on the bed, "You an artist too?" she asked, gesturing at the paint cans with pursed lips.
When Horace took her phone, Joy could only raise her hands and shoulders in the universal gesture of <******** if I know. "It doesn't have a keypad. How the ******** am I supposed to input s**t? Is this some sort of Ericsson model? Nokia's a lot easier to get."The Semblance of Unity Sorry this took forever. Internet has been awful and my stomach wasn't any better during the weekend x.x
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 7:22 am
"The paint cans? Nah, I'm just gonna paint part of the basement. It's kinda dreary down here, plus blood stains and whatnot.." He shrugged and fiddled with her phone, waiting patiently as it powered on. "I was in choir too - four years." Horace grinned and plopped on his bed, too, staring at her phone. The loading screen was painfully generic - Deus hadn't really spent a lot of money on theme-ing electronics. It was probably for the best. Did Deus have private investors - how was everything funded? Abruptly, he blinked, realizing he was wool-gathering. "Keyboard's on screen, Joy." He leaned over so she could see what he was doing more clearly. With a few taps, he opened the texting app and sent his pwn phone a text. "See? It's all touchscreen. Try it." He held it out to her. "Also, we gotta get you on twitter, too. It's... fun."
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 8:01 am
"What? Bloodstains? Ain't no one cleaned those up yet?" Joy frowned, folding her arms across her chest. "Well, when you go and paint stuff, gimme a call. I'll help. Least I can do."
At the words touch screen, Joy's expression could only be described as crotchety. "How long was I in that pod? Since when did phones do all the junk computers do?" she may have been unconsciously channeling her parents when they were faced with their first cellular phone. Despite the clear demonstration, and the fact Joy wasn't actually a 60-something adult too mired in her ways, she looked at her phone live it was a live grenade.
"Why's it gotta be a touchscreen? You can't text and look at something else, can you?" she may have been a tiny bit miffed that her touch-texting skills was now moot.
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 6:52 pm
"Mhmm," he said distractedly. "No one cleans s**t down here - have you see the bathrooms? Oh! The other guy helping me is a moon, too. Dawson. He's a good guy, newish. You guys might get along." He laughed at her expression. Joy looked as though she was simultaneously angry and worried the phone might kill her. "Since, uh, I don't know actually. I didn't have a smart phone until the summer before I came here." A pause followed by a long look. "You've been podded for a good bit, I reckon. And you can totally look at other things - that's what auto-correct is for! Go on, give it a go."
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 4:37 am
Joy grimaced as she retrieved her phone from the much taller hunter. The expression remained as she contemplated the state of the bathrooms. She wasn't a neat freak by any stretch of the imagination, but she had some standards of hygiene. "Gimme the location of the bleach, the rubber gloves, and the scrub brush. I got no prob getting down and dirty if it means a clean place to shower. Or are we just talking about the guy's?" The grimace gave way to a teasing smirk. "This Dawson, he in the basement too?"
Clearly, she was stalling from actually use of her phone. Clearly. The other Moon's location was not entirely important to the conversation insofar as to keep Joy from actually touching the device, long enough for the screen lock to kick in.
"What did I do?!" she gawked, at least having the presence of mind not to drop the damn thing.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2015 6:47 am
"It'll take a scrub brush and a lifetime's worth of prayers proabably. And yeah, Dawson's down here - he's great." He arched a brow at her. "Yes, it's both bathrooms - not all guys are gross." He snorted. Horace himself was fairly well-groomed, even moreso since metting Jan. He tapped his fingers along his thigh. The squeak about her phone was not unexpected; she seemed reluctant to dive into her phone. It was kind of cute. "Screen goes blank after a bit so you don't drain the battery. There's a small button on top of the phone." He very slowly reached over and pressed it, then slid his finger across the screen to unlock it. "See? Now you do it." He pressed the button and turned off the screen again.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 5:57 pm
She gave Horace a weak grin at the state of the bathrooms, "I know a lot of prayers, and all the mysteries of the rosary in two languages. Would that help?" Joy hadn't prayed seriously in years, but if it meant getting a clean place to do one's business she was willing to give anything a shot. Mostly she was prepared for the hard work it involved.
"So the thing you just did, that replaced the menu-star way of locking phones?" She was trying to relate with the new by using the old. It may date her horribly, but Joy didn't give a ********. This was her solution and she was going to embrace it. "So I push this button," she muttered, "Then do this?" she tapped at the screen first. Then stared at the writing instructing her to swipe.
Brown eyes narrowed before the pads of three fingers wiped the screen. Successfully unlocking the phone.
"Ah HA!" she cheered, and held a hand up to Horace for a high-five. Little victories, Joy celebrated them without shame.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 11:12 am
He snorted at her mention of prayers. There was no god in the basement bathrooms. He waited patiently while she figured out the workings of unlocking her phone and high-fived her right back. "Good job! Now you gotta join twitter. Tap the T on your screen."
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 5:42 am
For a moment, Joy adopted the deer in headlights look at the thought of doing more with the phone. Twitter? T? What? Joy barely bothered with the whole social media thing, the last big craze she really got involved having been Friendster. But she didn't want to appear to be an ungrateful student, Joy looked to her phone, somehow brought up the keyboard option and pressed the letter T.
"Now what?" she asked, when all the phone did was display the letter T under the phonebook name.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 10:26 am
Horace blinked at her phone screen. He couldn't remember if he'd been lost when he first got a smartphone, but he'd also have a manual. In this, he was Joy's manual and honestly, he felt bad for her. Horace was really not the best of teachers. Leaning over, he tapped out of her phonebook. "Sorry, Joy. Look - see these squares on your phone?" Slowly, surely, he began to explain apps and the fact that her phone had multiple screens. Finally, he tapped on the T that was the Deus twitter. It popped up with a sign that said 'sign-in'. "Pick a username! Don't pick something awful, like sex4minipets or something. But you also don't have to use your name."
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