42nd sigh

[slave_of_suzumiya]

(... Where is she? Why isn't she jumping on the bed and calling "Wake up!"? Hold it. ... This isn't my room. Or well, I guess it is, but still. Okay... As the saying goes, I'm not in Kansas anymore. ... Or maybe I am, which state was Mayfield supposed to be in again? Oh hey, I've still got the phone. I set a bookmark yesterday, didn't I? ... Not working, of course. If Nagato couldn't get us out of here, I guess there isn't any chance of Miss Asahina (big) doing it...)

[A: 915 Bilko Boulevard

Kyon spends the morning lazing about at home, mostly fiddling with his phone in the hope that it'll let him time travel.

B: Around town

Kyon wanders the streets of Mayfield, reacquainting himself with the area after the time he spent away. Occasionally he may stop to fiddle with his phone a little as he mutters to himself.]

Stupid useless bookmarker things...

[C: Phone, evening]

... Yo, so apparently I went home for... (Two days? A few weeks? Minus one month? Could I really even call it "home"? ... Temporal anomalies are weird.) ... a bit. Did I miss anything?

Comments

[ !Action | A ]

[1_truth]

[ Good morning Kyon! If you venture to the living room you'll find that your fake!brother has passed out on the couch with a notepad tucked under his arm which he's using a pillow and a pen in the hand that's draped over the cushion. ]

[ On the note pad there's a few dates scribbled down along with some times suggesting this kid has been waking up extremely early--either that or just not sleeping. ]

[slave_of_suzumiya]

... Hm?

[He'll pick up the pad to take a glance at it himself...]

[1_truth]

[ The hand writing is a bit messy as though someone was childish and decided to completely disregard their stroke order: ]

Wednesday - 6:00AM - Too late
Thursday - 5:45AM - Too late
Friday - 5:30AM - Too Late
Saturday - 5:15 - Too late
Sunday - 5:00AM -

[slave_of_suzumiya]

... Too late? For what?

[1_truth]

[ Conan is generally an extremely light sleeper by choice so any kind of noise and he'll start to wake up. He opens an eye and lets out a yawn before sitting up and rubbing at his eyes--where'd his glasses go? ]

[ Kyon isn't exactly a threat so Conan will pretty much ignore his presence while he looks at the ground in search of his glasses. ]

phone

[last_to_kneel]

I recognize that voice. Are you the bloke that was hangin' out with that one girl that tried to recruit me into some weird-ass brigade? You two were freakin' sappy!

[slave_of_suzumiya]

... Eh? Uh, forget about that. Please. Seriously.

[last_to_kneel]

It's forgotten. What happened with the pair of ya anyway?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Hm? I guess you're pretty new here if you don't know about droning yet.

A

[mal_addict]

[Sup not!son, what's that you've got there? Maladict pauses as she wanders though (definitely NOT doing any housework) to peer at that weird thing in your hands]

What's that supposed to be?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

It's my mobile phone.

[mal_addict]

You mean like those things we have to talk into? [Squint] It's sort of...small.

Are there are no wires. How does it work?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

It works similarly to the other phones, but it can also take photos and do other stuff. (Like travel through time.) Not that I can call anyone using it here, as there's no reception in the '50s.

c

[doudemoe]

Valentine's.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

... No, unfortunately, I was here for that.

[doudemoe]

It's not so bad, if you ignored the flowers.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

... Unfortunately, that didn't happen either.

B

[forgotten_titan]

[Welp, now that V-day is over, Tara's embarrassed over how she had blurted out her feelings for Beast Boy. She's not even sure he feels the same way about her, now that the flowers are gone. She hasn't even addressed all the mean things she said to him a few weeks back.

And speaking of which, there's someone else she needs to apologize to walking around with a phone. She waves at him:]

Hey Kyon!

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Yo, Tara. How you doing?

[He's a little less perky than usual as he sticks his phone in his pocket.]

[forgotten_titan]

Alright I guess.

[She rubs the back of her neck and smiles sheepishly.]

We had some strange flowers the other day, and they affected me. It's nothing too bad though.

How about you? I haven't seen you since, well...

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Right... Feeling better, I assume?

screw the rules, i have backtagging (nottalking)!! also guess

[extraordinarily]

[ And Haruhi Suzumiya is going to kick down the door (or sneak in, whatever, it doesn't even matter.

Because Haruhi wakes up ridiculously early and doesn't want the idiot to slack off. Because nobody in her brigade slacks off. Nobody. ]


Yoooo! [ And Haruhi will just jump and skip around inside with no cares before noticing Kyon messing around with his phone. Guess who's going to try to see what exactly is on that phone. ] What are you doing, Kyon?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Ack! What are you doing here!? And what does it look like?!

[extraordinarily]

What do you think it looks like? Reorienting myself with Mayfield! [ She places her hands on her hips, nodding as she pretty much gets into Kyon's personal space saying: ] So, let me see that phone.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

... Reorienting? And no, it's mine.