A Flat in Brighton, Friday Afternoon

[palestshadow]

Valentine and Naminé had settled in to Jason's flat rather nicely -- it made a nice trade for the tower -- and were now plotting their next move

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[dojima_hime]

Dōjima glanced over at her ringing cell, confused. It was an international number that she totally didn't recognize.

Tōko was probably on vacation somewhere for Golden Week, and drunk-dialing her from someone else's phone. Again.

"Moshi moshi!" she sing-songed. "Hey, Tōko, how hungover are you?"

[palestshadow]

There was a blush - an audible one, Naminé was an expert at such things - and an embarrassed laugh from the other end of the line.

"Dōjima?" Naminé said.

She'd nearly greeted the other girl as onee-san, but wasn't sure if that could be used by either sister.

[dojima_hime]

That thud? Would be Dōjima dropping the phone in sheer shock. And staring at it. A lot.

[palestshadow]

Naminé pulled the phone away from her ear, and stared at it for a few seconds. These international calls were bizarre. There was some delay going and she would have sworn that was a thud.

Or she had possibly just shocked her little sibling. (Or woken her up in the middle of the night. How sure was she that she'd gotten the time zone right?)

"Dōjima?" she asked again, uncertainly. "Did I lose you?"

[sarcasm_guy]

Sokka looked over at the ringing phone, momentarily confused.

I mean, yeah, he knew what a PHONE was; after all, he'd been in Fandom an entire year. He just didn't get many calls.

"Hello, Sokka's House of Awesome, Sokka speaking. How may I direct your call?"

[palestshadow]

Snowmonster. Same as ever. "Yes, I'd like to order some awesome, please? It's going to be delivery, not pick-up. I'll pay extra if it's here in thirty minutes or less."

[sarcasm_guy]

Sokka... couldn't place the voice. It sounded familiar, but he had no idea who it actually was.

"All right, name and address, please? And would you like the deep-fried, stir-fried, baked, or broiled awesome?"

[palestshadow]

"The name is Snowmonster? S-n-o-w-m-o-n-s-t-e-r?" she spelled patiently. "And I'm afraid I don't know where I am, exactly. I've discovered I'm in Europe. Near Europe, perhaps."

[multi_madrox]

"Madrox," Jamie answered the phone. "The one of many."

[palestshadow]

"Then I hope I've reached the right one," Naminé smiled. "Jamie? It's Naminé."

[multi_madrox]

Jamie paused for a moment before he could actually replied. "Namine? Really?" he asked his voice sounding slightly choked up.

[palestshadow]

"Really and truly," she promised, her own voice tightening a little as well. "Valentine and I have somehow ended up in a place called Brighton. I'd blame Fandom but neither of us were anywhere near it at the time. I'm tempted to, anyway."

[screwyoumarvel]

Strange phone number? That only meant one of two things to Steve, and he opted for the more optimistic. "Buck?"

[palestshadow]

Naminé cleared her throat and hoped this wouldn't be weird. At least she'd managed to find his phone number. ... She hoped it was his phone number?

"Mister Rogers?" she said hesitantly. "This ... is your TA, Naminé."

Sorry about missing the final?

[screwyoumarvel]

"Namine!" said Steve happily. "I've been worried about you. You missed the final, you know." He could do a makeup...?

[palestshadow]

"I did," she said. "I'm so sorry about that. I'm afraid I was ... someone else entirely, for about a week there. I'm better now."