the PHONE HELL meme

[megido_flame]

t h e PHONE HELL m e m e

So. Cellular phones. They're supposed to make our lives easier. But sometimes? It just doesn't work that way.

1) Texts From Last Night
2) Damn you, Autocorrect
3) Recipient Misfire
4) Mix & Match
5) Wildcard

Option One:
Texts From Last Night
You should know how to do this by now. RNG or pick something. You can post a blank comment and let others text you about last night, or you can send a mass text for anyone to reply to.

Option Two:
Damn You Autocorrect
Fuck you, iPhone. Fuck you Android Swipe. Either sit and and wait for others to post to you from a blank tag, or just send this shit out to everyone by posting an autocorrect error.

Option Three:
Recipient Misfire
Uhh, wait. You didn't mean to send that to whoever you just sent that to. Oh crap!

Option Four:
Mix & Match!
You know what? Let autocorrect fuck up that TLFN you're sending to the wrong person, or hell your entire contact list!

Option Five:
Do Whatever The Fuck You Want
And none of this shit tickles your fancy, come up with one of your own. I'm sure no one gives a shit.


[copied from erre-where.]

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[moderatus]

The mail informs me that it's Adam's apartment.

Do we know an Adam?

[verserak]

Do you want an honest answer.

[moderatus]

Not REALLY but I think it might be best in terms of finding out how much trouble I might be in.

[verserak]

Adam's a coworker of mine. Nice guy, a little paranoid.

You might want to GTFO.

[moderatus]

Okay, Starbucks in half an hour to figure out how the hell I ended up here in the first place?

[verserak]

Count me in, cutiepie.

[moderatus]

[ And half an hour later a somewhat dishevelled-looking Mordred is sitting in his favourite spot going through his phone to see if there are any clues there, a giant cup of coffee on the table in front of him. ]

[verserak]

So, is it my Adam or another one?

[What a sweet greeting! He drops down on the seat across from Mordred, bringing his own mug of neverending caffeine and, oh glory, two chocolate chip muffins, one of which he sets down in front of his friend.]

[moderatus]

Your Adam? Is this something you and Evangeline will have to have a talk about?

[ Yes, it's a bad joke, give him a break he's barely had any of his coffee. ]

[verserak]

If I catch him and her in bed, maybe.

[OH LOOK, HE, TOO, HAS A SENSE OF HUMOR.]

How are you doing?

[moderatus]

Apart from not being sure how I ended up waking up in Adam's apartment? I'm great.

[ Is he trying to make this less disturbing by making light of it? Yep. ]

[verserak]

Well, do you have a monstrous headache? Because then, I'd have a theory.

[That's actually sympathy in his voice.]

[moderatus]

Yes, of course I was drunk, but that's only the start of an explanation.

[ Actually his headache isn't nearly as terrible as it probably should be. He's a lucky little shit that way. ]

[verserak]

Maybe he picked you up because you didn't seem particularly... able to get home on your own?

[moderatus]

Think he'd do that?

[ And then, after a brief pause and a sip of coffee: ]

Have I ever actually met him before?

[verserak]

I'm not sure. You do pass by the shop occasionally.

I shouldn't have left you to your own devices. [He is so very worried.

So.

Worried.]