[ IC CONTACT. ]

[shoyu]

[ click! as the device starts recording. a pause, before soysauce's voice comes on, sounding a little confused, a little curious. ] Ah, is this how this thing works? [ beat ] I do wish it was a little easier to get used to these things. [ some rustling noises as he shifts his grip on it. ] Nonetheless, if this is functional and receiving messages as it's meant to, please feel free. I suppose I'll find a way to get to those messages somehow eventually. Best wishes, friend. [ a long, unintentional pause before he manages to cut the recording. ]

Comments

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

[Ring, ring.]

[voice]

[shoyu]

[ a little bit of fumbling, and then click, ]

... ah -- hello?

[text] dated to eridan's drinking escapades

[uncodlyawwesome]

youre the guy wwho actually thinks im a prince righ

permatext!

[shoyu]

[ after a few moments of squinting: ]

Yes, sir! May I assume I'm speaking to Prince Eridan here?

circa the 30th of September

[dashhole]

[Come on, come on, pick up the phone comm.]

[shoyu]

[ ring, ring, click!

and then a really soft, sleepy little noise and the rustling of clothing like this guy's just woken up from a nap. and then, trying really hard to sound completely alert when he's not quite there yet -- ]

Eh -- hello? How may I help you?

[text]

[jurisimpudent]

Sir,

How you comported yourself last night was highly inappropriate. While I'll not request that you make an apology to Mr. von Karma, know that this was not acceptable.

text. 1/3

[shoyu]

fkjj

video.

[shoyu]

[ he's too hungover and headache-y for text oh my god, he needs to switch --

but not to video, since he looks a bit like he's been run over by a truck. have a quick shot of soysauce curled up in bed looking ridiculously disheveled, complete with god-awful bedhead. wrapped up in his blanket looking mostly rather miserable. ]

voice.

[shoyu]

[ okay, audio. he can work with audio. a soft groan and the sound of him clearing his throat before mumbling, ]

... isn't -- isn' it awfully formal to be calling someone who raised you 'Mister'?

1/2 text; HELLO

[picnmix]

WHAT KINDS OF BEES MAKE MILK

2/2 text; SORRY you got a tame one tbh

[picnmix]

BOOBIES

voice 1/3. oh my god what a great first impression

[shoyu]

[ there's just going to be a really awkward silence at first before he tries to respond. ]

Um. I --

voice.

[shoyu]

[ pause. ]

-- oooooh.

[shoyu]

[ and then a really lame sort of laugh. he just wasn't expecting such an awful joke okay. ]

I get it, now. Aha!

[ another sheepish little chuckle. ]

Do you make it a habit to deliver jokes to anyone who might be bored?

[birdhousesoul]

There's something I've been meaning to ask you.

Why do you still call me 'mister'?

[shoyu]

I feel it's the most polite term of address. Would you prefer I not use it?

Text

[godofthemachine]

I wish to see you.

Text

[shoyu]

[ maybe something's happened ... ? ]

Yes sir, of course. Is there a time or place you had in mind?

video.

[prince]

[ christ this message is cute. ]

Yes, they're not exactly intuitive. Er. Hello?

[ arthur decides to double-check that soy has since worked out how to get to the messages, rather than uselessly stringing off a lot of exposition that would sit there unlistened to. ]

video.

[shoyu]

[ he's actually gotten quite used to it by now! it's been months since he got the device, and as bad as he is with technology, even he's managed to get the hang of it. (except he doesn't know how to update that message up there, oops.) have a little bit of fumbling before he manages to get the image focused properly on his face. ]

Ah, hello, good afternoon!

[ have a disgustingly chipper, cheery smile to go with that greeting. now, if his memory isn't failing him, he recognizes that voice -- ]

How may I be of service, your highness?

[text]

[testgasm]

what are your thoughts on smooth jazz

[text]

[shoyu]

I'm afraid I'm not quite sure what exactly 'smooth jazz' is? I take it it's a variant on the genre?

[ it totally wasn't a thing back in the 50's okay ]

ACTION-ISH?

[sweetmotherofgod]

[Knock knock

who's there?

nobody

Except there's a small bowl of fruit just sitting there. Painstakingly selected fruit, Heather's favorites from Earth and from the range that she'd never even seen until she started working in the gardens, and each piece a perfect example. The bowl is tied with a piece of blue ribbon, and the handwriting in the note - which just says

"So long as you have food in your mouth, you have solved all questions for the time being."

Thanks, old man

isn't nearly as nice as Soy's.]

oH MY GOD HOW DID I MISS THIS UNTIL NOW

[shoyu]

[ oh gosh. this is perfect since soysauce loves fruit so much, and there's a lot here that he's never seen before back home and would love to try! that card's so adorable too and oooooh heather, he'll get you back someday just you wait. ]

text;

[sweetmotherofgod]

Would you say you're a patient person?

text;

[shoyu]

That may depend on what I'm being patient about, to be honest. I've never been very good at waiting calmly after I've been promised an ice cream sundae, for example.

May I ask the reason for this question?