voice

[la_matrona]

[she has been here a day or so now and had calmed a bit from her first panicked reaction of waking up somewhere completely unfamiliar. At first she had thought she'd gone to the Final Death somehow, which simply wasn't possible, but then she'd seen other people. Living people. Fleshy people. And more importantly they'd seen her and hadn't had much to say about it. And then she'd found the... the young woman... that strange ghost who had repeated over and over where she was and how she had come. It had seemed more like some bright television sort of thing, because Imelda had tried to converse with her and then waved her hand right through.

But she had finally decided that this was entirely real, and that she was somehow physical in the Land of the Living while still being very dead. Not a situation she was in usually. Now she was ready so she fiddles with the...the teléfono thing that was nothing like any teléfono she'd ever seen.Still, somehow she manages it, or she thinks she does--]

H-Hello. I am Imelda Rivera and I would like to speak to an operator, por favor. [she's not entirely sure who she should connect to or call in order to find her familia... but an operator seems a step in the right direction]

Comments

[fierybluebird]

Sorry, eh. All our operators are busy right now. Please hang up and dial again.

If you have birdseed to offer the pigeons, press 3.

If you would like to listen to some muzac, press 6.

If you would like to speak to our resident fish, press 8.

If you would like to see about menu items, press 2.

To get this menu offered in avian, press [Whistles unintelligibly.]

Thank you for dialing Whitebeard mushi mushi, how can I take your call?

[la_matrona]

What? I didn't order takeout. [what in the world?] Sorry, mi error. I don't need food, but was wondering if you could help me?

[fierybluebird]

Ten-4 little lady, what's the hiz-zap?

[la_matrona]

.... Ah...pardon?

[Voice]

[micancion]

[Yes, it's only voice...because he is a coward for many reasons. None having to do with saving his metaphorical skin.]

Wait! Before you yell!

[Because he knows she'll recognize his voice, but he wants to try to help her...just a little.]

That phone...thingy, connects to a network. Like, like yelling out in the middle of a plaza. Everyone that has been brought to the city can hear you, and even see you. These thingies can use video.

Ah...that's all. Adios.

[And he's going to go yell about his luck down by the swamp.]

[Voice]

[la_matrona]

He...Hector?

[oh of course]

Hector. I should have know--

Don't--

[did he just hang up on her?! Did he have the nerve to just--! Oh that--! She slams the device on the ground, folding her arms and pacing. Of course he would just hang up. Naturally! And this was his fault she just knew it was!

So she picks it back up again, shaking and not even knowing a number but demanding that he hear]

You get back here este instante, Hector! [with great effort she pulls herself back from outright yelling]

Have the gall to hang up on me? Hello? Hello?! If you don't undo whatever it is you've done I will come to see you myself and you don't want that!

Do you hear me?

Re: [Voice]

[micancion]

[Of course he can hear her. Her voice echoes through the swamp he is currently living in and he winces. Ay...he wants to jump to his defense but.

Nah. If that blond haired guy can help her, then, he doesn't need to get involved. Better for Imelda in the long run.

Even if it was wonderful to hear her say his voice in confusion for once, instead of anger.]

[la_matrona]

[what is the point.

She sighs and puts the telefono back in her apron pocket and rubs her arm. He was never there when she needed him. Not like he used to be. And, you would think, almost a century later, it would stop hurting. But, ay, it never does.

Fine. Let him hide.

Only....

She hesitates, reaches for the device, holds it in her hand... Then shakes her head and puts it back. No. She will ask for no help from him. She will look after this herself just as always. Though Santa Maria help him if he shows up anywhere near her.]

[video]

[fierybluebird]

Good, you know her.

I don't know what you did before, but man up. Family has to be together. Always.

And you're wasting time. Five cities is never enough to outrun an angry woman. They'll chase you through all of time and space just so you'll stop beating yourself up and let them do it for you, so get it over with, mate.

[video because he has to make faces always]

[spacepeterpan]

Hello, sorry, not an operator, well, I have operated things before, quite a lot of things actually, and I've operated, so yeah, sure, bit of an operator I s'pose, why not, call me the Operator.

[He pauses just a second, his expression faltering as he catches up to his own fast-talking.]

...no, that's rubbish, forget the Operator, I'm the Doctor, hello Imelda, lovely name, newly arrived, I take it? If you've got questions, don't hesitate, I'm here to help, and possibly operate.

[that's fine she's holding the thing to her...'ear' so good luck]

[la_matrona]

[he sounds like a doctor. He talks so much without saying much of anything.]

Will you charge a consulting fee?

[she's dealt with doctors before and is only (mostly) being dryly sarcastic about it]

[spacepeterpan]

[The Doctor squints, peering into his screen. What a strange view...]

Sorry, whot? Fee? Oh, ha, no, not that sort of doctor, well, not on a good day.

[la_matrona]

Never mind... [she's not actually interested in this game. There are more important things] I have questions. Is there some kind of... Department of New Arrivals to go to? Or... [she's at a bit of a loss what to do here. Where to start. How to go about it. Without her familia about her, the world seems so empty]

Voice

[thornmage]

.... Ah.

I don't believe there are paid operators here.

... It isn't a terrible idea, honestly.

Voice

[la_matrona]

[she makes a noise] Of course not. Nothing ever works as it should. I knew this was going to be a bad day the moment I stepped out of the house.

[she sighs]

I suppose there is no help for it. We make the best of what we get.

But if you are not an operator, who are you exactly?

Re: Voice

[thornmage]

If it is of any consolation, I may still be able to answer your questions.

My name is Elias Ainsworth.

video

[stillsmiling]

Operator...?

I'm not one of those, but I can try to help you. My name is Shi Yamato.

video

[la_matrona]

Hola, niña. [her voice softens considerably.] Gracias I could use the help.

Have you seen any esqueletos wearing leather aprons around? [because she knows there's at least one esqueleto around, but she wants nothing at all to do with him]

[stillsmiling]

Esquele... Huh? I-I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm not very smart. I don't know fancy words...

voice;

[gamerrep]

You can speak to people in the same boat... it's not an operator, but it's someone in the same situation and will have some understanding.

voice;

[la_matrona]

Are there many here? [she sounds like a wise child]

voice;

[gamerrep]

There are a good few number of people, but I can't really give an exact number.

[Video]

[om_nom_namur]

Know a li'l shit by the name a Django? Cuz thatn's been an' gone.

[Video]

[la_matrona]

[fortunately she has the phone sensibly next to where her ear would be so she doesn't see the looming monstrosity of a Fishman that is speaking to her. Though his voice reminds her a little of a squeaky toy somehow]

Django? I'm afraid I don't know who that is.

[Video]

[om_nom_namur]

Probly for the best. He's a li'l shit.

So what's yer story, sweetheart? How come yer all undeadified? Y' a witch or'd y' get cursed by somebody?