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

[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.

[mal_addict]

...Yeah I understood about half of that. How do you take pictures in a phone?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Like this...

[He'll hit a few buttons to get the camera feature up and point it at her before clicking the shutter.]

... See?

[And he'll show the screen with her photo to her.]

[mal_addict]

[She tilts her head at the result]

...A bit like an iconograph then. ...Are there imps inside to paint the picture?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

... No imps I'm afraid, it's all digital.

[mal_addict]

[And thus Kyon will have to explain every piece of technology ever]

...How does it work without imps?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Well, the light enters through the lens and is recorded as data?

[mal_addict]

But who records the data? In my world, there would be an imp inside making sure it was all written or drawn down.

THEN WHO WAS PHONE?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

The phone records it? As I said, it's digital.

Phoney the phone imp, what he can be real

[mal_addict]

But how? I don't understand what this 'digital' thing is.

Pfff...

[slave_of_suzumiya]

It's, well... it is what it is? It's not exactly the easiest thing to explain.

[mal_addict]

[She gives him a smile. It's quite possible she's trolling him now] Smart kid like you, I'm sure you could give it a go.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Perhaps, but the question is, would you understand even if I did?

[mal_addict]

Try me, we might both be surprised.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Honestly, I'm not really sure where to start with this...

[mal_addict]

[She'll take a seat, smirky-smirk]

Take your time, I have all day.