[ 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

Niamh Poole

[ladyinwaking]

I'm busy dealing with people who are actually ill. Ask me for a hangover cure one more time and I'll find a way to cure you of drinking instead.

[interposal]

That's slightly disconcerting considering I can't actually get drunk.

[ladyinwaking]

Then you are really not who this text was intended for. Although now I'm curious why not.

[interposal]

[ Ah yes. He should've known that would come up. ]

Never really had much of a taste for alcohol in the first place.

[ Though that's moreso true due to being stuck on a strictly blood-only diet. ]