TEXTING IN A GENERAL FASHION.

[sockmartens]

texting meme You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old-fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.) instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.

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whether in that weird au or not idk

[danzan]

Mahjong. You play?

waits to see what the fates decide

[rehandle]

Sometimes. [ his mobile-app high score is a point of personal pride. ] Is this a challenge?

[danzan]

Yep.

I'm putting a team together.

[rehandle]

Count me in. Who else have you got?

[danzan]

So far Jean, Shadowcat, and Quicksilver.

I'm waiting on a couple others. You know anyone?

[rehandle]

As good as it is of you to assume I have friends I'll have to wait on yours.

[ he's kidding. is he kidding? he's probably kidding. ]

[danzan]

[ "Probably". ]

They don't have to be your friends to be good at it.

They just have to be good enough to win a Hyundai.

[rehandle]

Wow. You really are putting together a team.

[ a hyundai. ]

[danzan]

[ A 2016 Hyundai Tucson, if they're going to be specific about it. ]

I'm trying to get the kids to like me.

[rehandle]

With the Hyundai, or mahjong? Not sure which is the more misguided.

[danzan]

With mild Stockholm Syndrome because of spending time with me outside of class.

Some of them are actually excited about the Hyundai.

[rehandle]

You're awful.

That's almost sad. Where did you even find a mahjong tournament with a Hyundai as the grand prize?

[danzan]

I know.

Chinatown.

[rehandle]

Try and sound a little more proud, I dare you.

Oh, of course. Where else.

[danzan]

The ones Americans host only have shit like microwaves or kitchen knife sets for prizes.

The Chinese put up a car.

[rehandle]

So it's the Chinese we're going to take for their fancy car or humiliate ourselves trying. I can't wait.

[danzan]

There's the Howlette spirit we're looking for.

[ That's the name of the team. The Howlettes. The worst thing about it is that Logan can't get drunk and quite literally just picked the first thing vaguely team-sounding that came to mind. ]

Practise during study hall tomorrow, my office. And if you don't need it, help teach the newbies, will you?

[rehandle]

[ howlette spirit...

dear Logan, are you shitting me? regards, Dr. Stephen Strange M.D., Ph.D. ]

Mahjong club.

You do understand that you're possibly the least cool teacher on site, yes? You had it all going for you, and here you are. Howlette in chief.

[danzan]

You thought I had it all going for me?

[rehandle]

Claws, tendency toward a gruff half-answer, a beard that's always exactly the same grade of unkempt-by-design. You were a mysterious force to be reckoned with. And now you've gone and shattered the illusion.

Welcome to life as the awkward dad professor whose students always offer him coffee as they wander into his office to air their troubles because they're scared to bring him apples in case his teeth fall out mid-bite.

[ overkill? possible overkill. whatever, it was fun. ]

Nevermind. It'll suit you better.

[danzan]

That was detailed.

[ On both counts. What the hell, Strange. ]

How long you been holding that in?

[rehandle]

No time at all. You only just ruined your own street cred.

[ says he, typing the words "street cred". ]

i hate this

[danzan]

I didn't know I had any.

hands down the worst thing that's happened all week

[rehandle]

Well now you do. Just in time for now you don't.

it's not even monday yet

[danzan]

Eh.

Don't feel any different.

I'm probably all right.