Room 317, Saturday afternoon

[notmyownage]

Claudia figured that poking at a possibly transdimensional cellphone wasn't too likely to blow something up or set anything on fire, so she was totally down with doing it in her room.

Of course, then Jacob's phone started ringing. Which was a little weird, what with it being pried open and all, but, hey, that just meant it was durable, right?

Okay, and possibly that she was running the risk of getting electrocuted, but that wasn't the point.

The point was: should she listen to his voicemail? It might be private. On the other hand, it might be important and something she should let him know about. Or at least give the person who was calling his temporary new number. And, hey, if he didn't have his voicemail locked with a passcode, then that was his problem, right? Right.

. . . And now she was wondering what "little number" Jacob had been telling some kilted dude about, and why it was paradigm changing. So, hey, she should totally call that dude back.

Of course, then her phone rang, with a completely inexplicable message, and Claudia started to wonder if maybe she was tinkering with something best left alone.

. . . But that was no fun, so she figured she'd just call that person back, too.

[ooc: room can totally be open, post will totally be updated as needed.]

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[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco didn't bounce into his room, but it was a near thing. "Is it going to explode?" He asked, coming inside.

[notmyownage]

Claudia shrugged without looking up. "I don't think so? On the other hand, I didn't really think it'd ring either."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"Don't most phones ring?" Marco checked. "Or is it a special phone?"

[notmyownage]

"Most electronics don't work when they've been dismantled." Claudia shrugged again. "Apparently I didn't disconnect the battery completely. Or something." She looked up. "Hey, you been getting any . . . weird voicemails?"

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"Um...well, I'm kind of a celebrity back home so define weird?" Marco said very helpfully.

[notmyownage]

"Nonsequitorial? Or maybe just sound like a continuation of a conversation you weren't having with the caller?"

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco frowned for a minute before grinning. "I forgot how much I love this school."

[notmyownage]

"Yeah, pretty much like that."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco threw himself on to his bed and continued grinning. "Did I mention I used to be a student here for a few years?"

[notmyownage]

"You may have neglected to bring that up."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"Oops." Marco said with a huge grin. "How'd you think I was reacting so well to being a decade in the future in a strange school?"

[notmyownage]

"Honestly, I've mostly been assuming people are insane." The dismantled phone rang again and Claudia jumped slightly. "How are you doing that?!"

Yes, she just asked that of the phone.

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"Magic." Marco said solemnly. "And there are insane people here - like the vice principal. But mostly? They're sane enough for their home."

[notmyownage]

"It's not magic," Claudia groused. "It must have some kind of back up power source."

The phone beeped at her, indicating that it had a message.

"Jacob's a popular guy, today. Think I should listen to it?"

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"And share with the rest of the class." Marco said, nodding.

[notmyownage]

"You're clearly going to be an excellent influence on me," Claudia said. She poked at the dismantled phone for a moment, and soon enough . . . "Apparently someone is inviting Jacob to some kind of mojo pride parade?"

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco blinked. "I'm from California and even I hadn't heard that one. Unless they mean it literally. That would be kind of cool."

[notmyownage]

"Literally parading? It's kind of cold out for that." The phone rang again, and this time Claudia didn't worry about morals before she listened in. "Aaaaaaand someone shrieking about blood. Either I totally messed this sucker up, or something screwy is going on with the phone system."