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Radio Waves (14) : In the ever-expanding metropolis of Destiny City, there’s always a need for more cell towers. Ordinarily this wouldn’t be a problem, except since the last batch went live, some people have been reporting an increase in weird messages to their phones. Strange, nonsensical texts, or voicemails, or even a few shadowy video calls have been reported, but the evidence never lasts. Almost immediately after receiving the message, it disappears. Prank calls–sure. But the weird thing is that some people have been reporting getting weird messages without their phone, like they’re being transmitted directly into their brain. The messages are always in another language and it always feels like someone is yelling at you. If it’s a practical joke, it’s a good one.
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The fuchsia star charm he had been given by a neighbor kid twinkled in the window. It was pretty, but didn't really do much to brighten up his fairly melancholic feelings sadly. It was hard to be excited over the festival that was going on when you were pretty much bed bound due to a severe beating you had received. Ironically enough he had dealt with several broken bones in the past but never this many at once. The collar bone was fairly immobilized with the sling, helped along with the bindings around his broken ribs. The punctured lung had been new but after a few days in the hospital he was as good as he was going to be. Now he just had to deal with the stitches and all the after care that came with it. The injury that really bummed him out though was his broken hand. That was in a cast.
Between the rib bindings, the collar bone sling, and the cast almost his entire left side was immoble. It made doing damn near anything a straight up nightmare. The only ‘good’ thing about the whole ordeal, other than being alive, was that his right hand was still fine. He was a righty, it meant he could still sort of work. He was slower. So much slower. But he could still earn a living. That was very, very important to him. He didn’t want to live off the charity of the Jacobs. It was bad enough that Dessie insisted on covering the costs of his injuries… had to love the American Healthcare system. He agreed on that point only because she had looked so distraught, it hurt his heart to see her like that, but he put his foot down when it came time for him to be discharged. He was not some invalate that needed 24 hour nursing. They had an agreement and he was going to stick to it, at least until he could present her with a ring and have her agree to wed him. That last part he was still working on. Every little bit he could save up was either spent on things for Sarah, or treats for Dessie, or saved for a ring that would match her beauty.
They might not be in a relationship right now but that didn’t stop him from hoping, afterall a miracle happened once. Who was to say it couldn’t happen twice?
Either way, he was at his tiny apartment, currently working away on a commission and trying to ignore the rapidly growing pain from his injuries since the painkillers made him sleepy. He was grumpy, annoyed with himself since he could be happily spending time with his daughter and Dessie if he wasn’t so damn stubborn, in pain, and something was wrong with his phone since it kept pinging every so often with random, nonsensical texts and voicemails.
Chirp, chirp
“Bloody hell,” Nate growled as he picked up his phone yet again only to see random characters and words flash from a text. He was deleting it when this time he received a notification of a voicemail, but the phone had never rang. With narrowed eyes he played the message. Gobbledy gook. Not a clear word in the whole thing and from a number he didn’t know either.
Someone was playing a nasty prank on him or something was messing with the phone network, either way he was in no mood to deal with it anymore. Before he could turn the phone off it started to chime again and again from nonsense texts. Swearing Nate turned the blasted thing off, and now thoroughly out of the ‘zone’ for work, he packed it up and went to take the meds he had been delaying. Hopefully by the time he woke up from a nap the phone company would have gotten everything squared away. He desperately hoped. He was already dealing with enough. A phone driving him bonkers was one thing too many.
