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[dirtyredneck]

[He's been here a little bit. Hasn't engaged much. Figured he was having one hell of a fever dream after getting bit. Course, he couldn't remember getting bit, but what else could it have been? Only it hadn't gone away and the food he'd been eating seemed real enough and the people he'd been ignoring acted offended enough to be real, too.

So... maybe it was real. Weirder shit had happened.

And if it was, it might do him some good to actually start figuring his own shit out. Including how to actually use this thing.]

I ain't never used one of these
smart phones I think they're called
before. They had them before but I never
anyway I only ever had a flip phone
one I could text on.
How's this thing work?

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[dirtyredneck]

Sedalia, Georgia.
State, not the country.

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[noassgardian]

Alright, cool. If you need any other help, feel free to let me know.

[Well-- he might still be in a bit of a rebellious teen phase, but--]

Yeah. Like Gandalf or something, if you've ever watched Lord of the Rings. Only, you know, without the big white beard.

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[dirtyredneck]

Never saw that movie. Was based on a book, right?

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[noassgardian]

Really? Oh my god. We're totally going to have to see if we can fix this. It was based on the best books ever, yeah.

Are you a big reader or anything?

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[dirtyredneck]

[more than people ever give him credit for, but as much as he was able to get away with reading the 'classics' growing up, certain genres were still ones he'd never ventured into because they'd get his ass whooped for showing interest. Anything fantasy and wizards fell into that.][

I like some books.

[toolatetochangethename]

Don't ask me! It's what people do. Apparently.








Not me. Because. No.

[dirtyredneck]

You do that shit to me and I'll kick your ass.

[toolatetochangethename]

Man, I've seen enough man-junk in San Quentin. Last thing I'm going to do is start spreading <.i> that news.

[dirtyredneck]

You were in jail?

[Very few people said 'in San Quentin' and meant the county. That was a well known prison back before everything went to shit.]

[toolatetochangethename]

I was a guest of California's finest penal institution, yeah.

[Not exactly a secret--even Baskin Robbins found out.]

[dirtyredneck]

What were you in for?

[toolatetochangethename]

What are you, some kind of probation officer?

[Yikes!]

Got a little carried away screwing over my boss after he tried to screw over pretty much everyone else.

[dirtyredneck]

No.

[Just trying to make sure he's not dealing with a convicted murderer. Not that he really expected the man to say anything if he was. But some had been known to brag.]

Did you kill anyone?

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[noassgardian]

[He definitely knows what getting your ass kicked for not fitting in feels like, so-- he really can't blame him all that much.]

Yeah? I mean, I know a place that has a nice selection of books. I can send you the address, if you're interested. I might even be able to give some recommendations if you've got an idea of what you like.

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[dirtyredneck]

It a library? Or do you mean a store?

[He wasn't not interested. But it'd been a while since he'd been in either and the idea of going into one felt a little weird.]

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[anthropophagite]

That's more helpful, actually. Easier too.
It'll end up feeling a bit more natural after you use it for a while.

[toolatetochangethename]

Uh.

Maybe? [Not sure what happened to Cross.]

But hey, he was trying to kill my kid!

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[noassgardian]

I can send you addresses to both, actually, depending on how committed you are.

[bringbackgold]

[ He can kind of see how phones would be an impressive piece of technology. He removes the icon that had dropped in, and does it again, this time - he goes through the steps that he had gone through. ]

I press on the screen, and wait for the options to add an alarm.

[ He's not overly gentle. Not worried about a phone breaking or anything like that. He has no reason to worry about it. When the option pops up, he waits a moment. ]

Just one tap and there's the alarm on here.

[ He moves the phone towards Daryl. ]

Just select that alarm, and you can set a time.

[dirtyredneck]

[this time Daryl did lean forward, looking just a bit nervous as one finger tentatively poked at the screen. His head jerked back as the alarm options appeared. He'd been prepared for it to not react at all and seeing it do something other than bring up the keyboard was just surprising enough. A smile ghosted across his lips before he repressed it and went about adding an alarm for an hour before he needed to be at the shop.]

Why do you gotta press and hold to get that? Why ain't it on there already?

[dirtyredneck]

Didn't ask why.

[He wasn't planning on giving the three questions to anyone here. So he didn't particularly care about the reasons. But he did wonder... ]

How do you not know? Didn't stick around to see if you finished him off?

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[dirtyredneck]

Don't see what commitments got to do with it. Books are books.

[dirtyredneck]

I guess. Nothing here really feels natural.

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[barksnark]

I'd just get another flip phone, man. They're awesome.

[toolatetochangethename]

How do I not know? I don't know. I'm not an expert in weird ass quantum dimensions. He could still be alive in there, for all I know. I mean, I made it back.

All I care about is he's not trying to sell weapons to bad guys and hurt my kid. I'm one of the good guys! [Ask Captain America!]