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[theotherright]

Cabin 127. No calls, we text like men on our disney cruise phones.

If you send Arthur a message it will be read out loud in one of a selection of friendly automated voices!

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[theotherright]

[ It's a shame there aren't other text-to-speech voice options, because the one on Arthur's phone really didn't do all that justice.

His reply takes several minutes to arrive. And when it does, it's... well, look at it: ]

A woman with yellow eyes. Question mark

[ And a motherly voice, and desperate jaws. A blade like an aurora rattling in her wounded head. It can't be. ]

[iwearnomask]

One eye. It seems the other's been damaged, maybe self-inflicted, and she hasn't... I don't know, healed or died and come back yet.

[theotherright]

[ Understandable if she stared into fucking WHAT now-- ]

John, where did you see her? I think I might know who she is

[iwearnomask]

You know Siffleur's mother?

[No, he did not think to lead with this at any point.]

[theotherright]

[ The real tragedy of texts is that Arthur's surprised pause is less obvious. To make up for that, speech-to-text does him a solid and, this one time, for the bit, respectfully transcribes his volume change. ]

YOU know Siffleur's mother?

[iwearnomask]

[The great thing about being in each other's head is that this minor tweak of font is all John needs to know exactly how Arthur sounds on the other end.]

Yes?? She's in the Tommy Bahama.

[As if that clears it up.]

How do YOU know Siffleur's mother?

[theotherright]

Long story

[ Reconsidering this... ]

Actually, scratch that short story we met in a shed dream because of some nonsense the ship had going on at the time. Are you still there? Give me 10 minutes to get there

[iwearnomask]

Yes I'm still here. I left to find another men's section.

[since he still needs clothes after all, he's just going to do it away from the woman with a fragment of a god in her head, could you imagine hanging out with someone like that-]