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[scryption]

WHO: Zero and... you?
WHERE: The network
WHEN: Late January
WHAT: Zero learns how to use a phone that isn't a piece of shit burner phone.
WARNINGS: Not many for now.

[video;]

[Good evening, Kaisou. Here is... a very unflattering video angle of a wide, pale forehead and grey eyes.



The voice that goes with it is distinctly... not friendly, a bit like a cranky British vampire who walked out of a novel, at least if she'd fix her camera.]

... Who are you people, and what do you want from me?

I don't have a car, and I am not interested in what you are selling. Do not call me again.

[Might need help with this new age boomer over here.]

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[poisontippedcure]

The answer to that question is more complicated than you'd expect.

And you have quite a large forehead, if you don't mind me saying.

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[scryption]

[And here we have the shot of a... hat brim? And a light on the ceiling? Someone is living in a piece of shit hotel room.]

[matter of factly] I did not ask for your opinion on my appearance, nor do I care.

You are a criminal who has been harassing me for money. How is this complicated?

[poisontippedcure]

[She's gonna brush off that first part, mostly because Rose isn't exactly "better" at technology than Zero.]

I'm not a criminal, I'll have you know. I came from another world. If I wanted to commit crimes, I wouldn't do it over this device.

[scryption]

[That indignation sounds pretty honest. She thinks on it for a moment.]

That is a peculiar story to lean on when trying to hide the truth...

[In other words, there are more believable lies to tell.]

This is... [She searches her memory for something she's heard before.] ... like Facebook?

[Gods. Help. Her.]

I don't understand what is happening.

[poisontippedcure]

Yes, which is why I can tell you for certain it's not a lie. Lying is too much work to begin with, even if it were a more believable tale.

[And she's too lazy to put in that effort.]

I'm not sure what a 'Facebook' is, but this is a network of sorts. We can use it to talk to each other.

[scryption]

... I suppose so.

[Begrudging acceptance is a... start.]

Convenient. Is it open to all in the city, or only a select few?

[Who clicks through things without reading? Yeaaaah.]

[poisontippedcure]

I won't pretend to be an expert, but I don't think it is.

The network is limited to those of us who are 'special,' so to speak.

[scryption]

'Special' in what way?

[At this point she's figured out how to switch off the video option, so she does.]

I look like anyone else. [She has a sinking feeling, though.]

[poisontippedcure]

It's not how you look. It's how you...

[She pauses. How to phrase it?]

Are? Many of us have special powers.

[scryption]

[Judging by her silence, Rose has hit a certain topic on the head.]

So such a thing is common here...

I won't deny that I have certain abilities that set me apart, but until today, I took great care to be untraceable. Is this organization's reach truly that great...?