july 6, 11pm; audio

[darkov]

-lo? Hello?

[..........gentle fumbling; a thumb grazing over the speaker. a little gulp.]

Hello? Are you there...?

[this is not how you answer voicemail. not that he knows.]

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[unbreaker]

Oh yeah, totally here.

[And chuckling a little at the blunder.]

[darkov]

Y-!!

[a hesitation.] Wai--You're not...her...

[unbreaker]

Well, at least you're observant enough to pick up on that!

[Honestly, Josuke is the last person who should be laughing at someone fucking up a voicemail call seeing as how he's done it himself in the past. He just...didn't fuck it up by broadcasting publicly.]

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[fridgeflower]

... Yes?

Are you trying to talk to someone in particular?

[darkov]

[if voices could flinch...]

I-I'm sorry. I...Someone else talked to me. I thought she was still there...

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[bindsthedead]

Yes? were you trying to call someone?

[darkov]

[he's learned by now, and he knows to be really embarrassed:] I--yes. Sorry. I'm sorry. I picked the wrong thing...

[glassbox]

Oh, it's you.

[darkov]

Oh, y-- [wait....

NOPE WRONG GIRL AGAIN.] S-so-sorry...I messed up.

[cuff]

Nah, probably not.

[darkov]

[will he say something other than sorry will it happen COULD THIS BE THE DAY














no] Sor-sorry. I didn't mean to. To talk to everyone.

voice

[foreshadower]

Were you looking for someone in particular?

[darkov]

[already talking over him:] I didn't know which one to-- [wait WAIT.] --uh?

[wait. this voice?]

I-I was, but...but I know you?

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[animalage]

The entire imPort network is here, but I'm preeeety sure that's not what you were going for.

[darkov]

[withering:] No, not...no. Sorry. I didn't know.

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[desequilibre]

[ Okay, he'll take pity on the boy. He's feeling kind. ]

These devices are quite tricky to work with. Do you have someone who could teach you how to use it properly?

[ A pause. ] I would offer, but I prefer to avoid it when I can.

[darkov]

[oOHHH NO a face. yikes.

gulp. fast, to make up for the startled delay:] I-I--yes, um. Yes, I can. Can ask, I'm sorry. I just thought she-- she said something first, so I thought I just answer. Like...like usual, like this. But I don't know. Sorry.

voice.

[increscents]

I'm here, but I'm not certain I'm who you were looking for. [ She sounds amused. ]

Who were you trying to reach?

[darkov]

[in a shaky exhale:] Hhha-hazel she, she's the one who asked me. But uh, I messed up. I'm sorry. I don't know why it's making me talk to, to everyone, I didn't want that.

voice, maybe four hours after this post goes up

[rathercommon]

[ Kitty eventually responds, from somewhere with really bad acoustics. ]

Hullo, Martin. It's Kitty. I saw you were having some trouble with the program I installed for you?

[darkov]

[after a delay, fumbling:] Uh-! Ki-kit--oh, uh. I--sorry. I... [embarrassed:] I didn't remember it...I'm-- I don't know. I touch something and something else changes, I don't really know.

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[equinamity]

Martin?

[She was about to ask if he was all right, when she realizes she can hear fiddling in the sitting area, which means it's likely him--and so instead of using the phone she tells Boba to "sit" and pads quietly into the other room, frowning.]

Having issues with the phone?

[darkov]

[he's not super comfortable with the comfy chairs; he sits on the floor more often than not and uses them just as something to lean on. that's where he's at right now, back against the side of a chair when he's called for.

his head pops up, face red, looking somewhat frazzled.

well, more than usual.]

I-it's everyone! [despairing.] Only one person asked me a question, but everyone answers back and I don't know why.

[tucky]

Yup. You're broadcasting to, like, three hundred people right now. More.

[She actually has no idea how many imPorts there are, but three hundred sounds kind of right.]

[darkov]

Mo-more? [he sounds dismayed. ten is a lot. three hundred is too much.]