Inbox: Upcycled

[syntech]

[Just that simple, automated voice saying 'leave a message'.]

This page also serves as the text inbox for Ethan's Upcycled phone, as well as for any more secure networks he/someone may set up to use.

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Text; UN: Orden

[whiteshroud]

Crow said you're a programmer?

[HI ETHAN. ITS THE CHURCH]

Text; UN: FlickerFox

[syntech]

[THANKS AKECHI, YOU'RE A PAL. He definitely just arched a brow at the unexpected message for a long minute or two.]

I am. Did you need something built or taken apart?

[Because one of those is much easier than the other, right now.]

[whiteshroud]

Built.

I'm a knight of the church. I'm trying find the cause of our current predicament, but I lost my original tracking tool when I arrived here.

Finding the materials to make a replacement for my tool is unlikely, but it might be possible to make an app that does something similar. Admittedly though, it's a long shot.

Can you help?

Text; UN: Orden

[whiteshroud]

[Backdated about a day or two after Ethan's network post]

Finished the test.
As far as I can tell, the thing in the phone isn't demonic in nature.

[It's just NORMAL phone-hiding tentacle monsters]

[syntech]

[he's really starting to think everyone here is obsessed with the paranormal.]

I had mostly expected that, at least. But it's good to put it down for sure.

I'm not even sure if it would matter if I was using the phone or a different connection. Either way, I suspect it has to do with the network, not as much the phones.

Anything of note with the replacements or reactions?

[whiteshroud]

[Well you know it's kinda his job and also relevant when unholy monstrosities appeared on the wall.]

No. Phones broke like a normal phone on both tests.
They were replaced the next morning, with a note saying "Stop that"

un: pyrrha

[incinerators]

Hello, Ethan? It's Pyrrha.
Do you have a moment?

[syntech]

[Well, that's unexpected. He had told her to contact him anytime, but he doesn't... get all that many messages, actually.]

I'm currently free, yes.
Do you need me to meet you somewhere?

[incinerators]

Speaking over text is fine if that's okay with you.

[ She...needs some time to herself to think. ]

text | un: IG11 | private

[beskarad]

Hello, Ethan.

I would like to ask for your opinion on something.

[syntech]

Alright, I'll bite. What's on your mind?

text; back-dated a week earlier..........

[gamabunta]

hey

you ever hear of anime

thank god, or this would be a.... very... much more awkward conversation

[syntech]

[THIS FEELS.... OMINOUS...]

Jun was telling me some about it at the party, yeah. Why?

text | un: username

[fogsong]

Hey, it's Sharon, the artist girl from the bonfire. I told you I'd text when I finished the piece of you. It kind of took longer than I expected.

You want me to come drop it off to you? I mean, if you're free. Or when you're free. [ Yep, she's awkward over text, too. ]

[syntech]

Hey, Sharon. It's not a problem, art takes whatever time it likes, yeah?

I'm on my way home from a walk if you want to meet at Midwich. Or wherever is easiest, really.

[oh hey, they're both still as awkward as ever. Ethan's got some other things on his mind, granted. He's definitely hoping the distraction might help.]

[grice]

Are you doing alright, Mister Ethan?

[syntech]

[He doesn't mean to leave Falco on read at all, but there's definitely a short period where that happens here while he tries to figure out how to answer. Ethan's not ok.]

Yeah, as well as can be expected. A little tired.

How about you, Falco?

action near lighthouse;

[expio]

[ after this, Abel immediately tucked his phone away and went in the direction of the lighthouse to track down certain Ethans!! he made good time, which meant he was quite serious about this whole affair. where are you around here, Eef... ]

[syntech]

[There is one(1) familiar form, sitting perhaps worryingly close to the edge of the cliff. Hilariously, wrapped for warmth as he is, he looks?? Bigger?? Than before, likely the fault of the jacket and baggy pants.

He's just flicking through messages on his phone, setting it down to shift focus to a screen near his left hand, information panning across it as it's entered in on the keyboard built into the bottom of the screen. When Abel draws close, he'll note there is music playing from the headphones - quite loudly, in fact, considering they're not intended to broadcast anything. It's a melancholy song, though if it has lyrics, those don't seem to transfer as well through the space. There are fairly frequent breaks where it all gets much quieter, at least, even if Abel isn't aware that the headphones are also set to pick up outside noise.

It's fine, of course, he's just fine.]

un: 313_248_317-60; text; 11/7

[313_248_317_60]

[It takes him a while to reach out. In part, Connor is... busier than he'd like. In part, he might be hoping Ethan would make contact first. That doesn't happen, though, and eventually...]

We should talk.

[syntech]

[In turn, Ethan is... busying himself with literally everything under the sun that isn't dealing with the aftermath of the end of the month.

The message itself is a surprise on multiple levels, and he... inhales a deep breath when reading it. Knowing what happened after it doesn't help his headspace any, largely because he should have known.]

Proactive of you. That worried about getting started again?

[It feels hollow. He still feels hollow. Almost deletes it, but leaves it because it sounds more... normal.]

Where and when?

23rd nov, text - un: boone

[thumbsdown]

hey. just wondered how you were holding up. sorry i didn't check in sooner. was busy.

[syntech]

[He's more surprised by this text than he probably should be. Huh.]

It's fine, a lot's been going on. I'm holding up alright. Things seem to finally be settling down, huh?

noctium thing bc lol captcha

[plasticasshole]

It was extremely unpleasant, yes...

[He frowns to himself, thinking back on it, but is effectively distracted by new information.]

Can I take a closer look?

[He brightens to a smile, small and unsure as he nods towards the glove.]

Captchaaaaa

[syntech]

[Ethan can understand, far better than most really. He's kind of glad Connor's distracted before he gets too frowny, because that would be kind of awkward? But he nods in response to the question, shifting slightly.

That shift is just to pull the screen to his right side, where he can still type into it.]

{Go ahead. It's touch-swipe responsive mostly.}

[He'd explain what touch does what but it's probably easier to demonstrate, huh.]