[ TEXTING MINGLE ]

[danseur]

[ Let's break the ice with some TEXTING! A lot of weird shit goes on in Lost Kenyon, since it is apparently a bastion for the supernatural. It seems like this afternoon a clumsy technopagan got in a little over her head and scrambled the cellular networks.

What that means is for this post, phone calls and texts are going everywhere except where they're meant to! That text meant for your mom might be end up going to the entire university English department; that shopping list you're sending to your wife might pop up instead on your hairdresser's smartwatch.

The messages, too, are getting a little mixed up: sometimes they're coming through as gibberish, or sending messages other folks are writing from your number! Basically- go crazy with it, have fun, and use this as an excuse to strike up a little easy CR with strangers. ]

Comments

Chris Reid

[sightread]

no look u can't buy an emu egg
ur dad would kill me if it actually hatched and u had to take care of an emu
do u even know how to take care of an emu b/c it's not like a chicken or anything

if u buy that egg i won't kiss u for a whole year
yeah that's right
three hundred and sixty five days
so ask urself
is an emu worth it?

[thaumatourgos]

Chris.

Please.

[sightread]

please what?

[thaumatourgos]

you've got me in a mms or something. Please take me off. I don't need to know. I don't want to know.

[sightread]

omg no
that was for my boyfriend :(
but ok u tell him he doesn't need an emu too
maybe he will listen to u

[thaumatourgos]

Oh please tell him to get an emu. what's his number? I'll text him.

[sightread]

omg no :(
ur supposed to be on my side

Re: Chris Reid

[orions_shadow]

Your lack of foresight is pathetic.

Thanksgiving, dude.


BEST THANKSGIVING DINNER EVER.