[ locked to people who have Tom's PINpoint number ]

[obscuronoctis]

There's a static-laden video feed incoming on your devices, if you care to pick up, like suddenly it's devolved into a radio. Only if you're in the mood to pay attention, of course, because nothing's allowed to work sanely in this situation

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/trolls for the hell of it

[justanagent]

It might be far away and just as staticy, but there is a very loud, sort of aggravated (though slightly smug) response to all of this in the background.

I TOLD YOU.

[obscuronoctis]

"It's working."

[justanagent]

"You're barely getting a signal. You might as well be sending out smoke signals."

[obscuronoctis]

"Cell phone towers don't exist right now. Getting any response is significant."

[diamondgreen]

"Major Tom? Major Tom, come in?"

[obscuronoctis]

"--Julian?" A beat, then, further away. "See."

[diamondgreen]

"Your phone seems to be a little bit broken - I'd get that fixed, personally." Julian is, as is his wont, slacking off in his apartment waiting for the sun to go down.

[obscuronoctis]

"I'm--" whatever he says next is obscured in static.

"-twenty-nine, does--" "Boston," "--mean anything to you?"

[gloriousness]

She's working when it comes through - she'd just finished relaying some information and at first the feed startles her and she thinks, crazily, that it has to do with her team until she realizes where it's coming from.

She hooks up her headset, for clarity and safety reasons, frowning at the little microphone.

"Tom?"

[obscuronoctis]

"Penny, can you do anything--[static] the signal?" Oh, good, someone competent.

No offense Julian.

[gloriousness]

"I can try, hang on-"

And she's trying, oh lord how she's trying.

Alas - all her fiddling seems to be for naught.

"Nothing doing, I can't... No, nothing's helping."

How frustrating.

[obscuronoctis]

"It's--" static, a delay.

"--what I expected."

[alwaysturning]

"Say again?"

[obscuronoctis]

There's something of a pause in response for this one.

"--testing."

[alwaysturning]

"I see. Well, your signal is coming through very poorly on this end."

It doesn't sound as though he cares about this at all. (He probably doesn't.)

[obscuronoctis]

For a moment there's nothing but static, then the tail end of something sarcastic, "--ured that out, thanks."

[thouamongwomen]

The young, high voice that responds next sounds uncharacteristically lacking in merry psychosis, and she even remembers which name this pinpoint is under- "Tom?"

If it doesn't break her up, he (they?) can probably hear the sound of a second phone (pinpoint?) being dialled in the background, like maybe she has one of them on speaker. Lo isn't sure if she'll get an answer or not, but her first instinct is to ... call Alfred.

[obscuronoctis]

"Lourdes."

It dawns on him with a certain sort of dread that this broadcast is being sent god-knows-where. If she's calling him Tom, she's aware something weird is up, and... well. This is awkward.

[thouamongwomen]

"Hang on," she says, "I'm waiting for our buddy to pick up. What's the what, big guy?"

Yes, she noticed, Bruce.

[obscuronoctis]

Well, he basically owes Lo half his soul at this point.

"I had a PINpoint malfunction and won't be back until it's sorted."