Round 9 [Audio]

[helluvachin]

I uh, I hate to ask this but uh, does anyone have any coins that I can borrow? I want to see if this phone actually works.

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[helluvachin.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't seem nearly as bothered by the cold as she does. More than once he had to fight in frigid temperatures so he's used to it.]

I'm Zachariah. Thanks for helping out.

[needsnobottle]

[She shrugs and unwinds one arm to dig into her pants pocket, pulling out 88 cents.]

Not a problem. If Murphy proves to be a bitch and it turns out I need this later, well, hopefully I don't lose my head over it.

[She offers the coins to him.]

[helluvachin.livejournal.com]

Who's Murphy?

[He doesn't have a clue what she's talking about but he takes her coin anyway and steps into the phone booth. If he was a praying man he'd be praying to all the saints right now. Instead he just hopes for the best, sticks the coin in, and dials Fiel's number.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just some static on the other end. With a sigh, Zachariah hangs up and steps outside.]

Didn't work/

[needsnobottle]

Murphy is a bitch who has a law that says anything that can go wrong will. Case in point.

[Tammy nods at the phone. Figures that it wouldn't work; no way the warden would allow any of them one phone call. It'd prove him to be a liar.]

[helluvachin.livejournal.com]

Maybe it's just broken.

[He examines the booth a bit but knows it's nothing but wishful thinking.]

[needsnobottle]

Maybe. I don't really know enough about phone lines and stuff to say for sure.

[But it looks intact to her.]

Who were you trying to call?

[helluvachin.livejournal.com]

[Maybe he'll open it up just to be sure.]

A friend of mine.

[needsnobottle]

Think they would've been able to get you out of here?

[Sure, give that a shot. But Tammy's fresh out of screwdrivers.]

[helluvachin.livejournal.com]

She would have tried at least.

[Zachariah's got plenty with his toolbelt though.]

[needsnobottle]

Think she could have managed it?

[Nifty. Tammy tucks her hands back under her arms, shivering a bit with the cold.]

[helluvachin.livejournal.com]

Her and the others broke me out of Deadworld so...yeah.

[He walks around the booth, inspecting it more.]

[needsnobottle]

...Deadworld?

That what it sounds like?

[helluvachin.livejournal.com]

That depends. What's it sound like to you?

[Back in Halis there were several answers for that question. The answers usually told a lot about that person.]

[needsnobottle]

Sounds like a world for the dead.

[What's that say about her?]

[helluvachin.livejournal.com]

[That she takes names way too literally.]

Your sorta right. Criminals are sent there to fight to the death. Only problem is that not everyone sent there is a criminal.

[needsnobottle]

[She stares at him for a moment, to ascertain whether or not he's kidding.

But nope, he seems serious.]

What do you mean, not everyone is a criminal?

[helluvachin.livejournal.com]

I mean sometimes they throw people in there they just don't like.

[This might take more time than he previously though. Sure he's worked on phones before but never a phone booth.]

Wonder if this is even connected to anything.

[He's more asking himself that than her.]

[needsnobottle]

And...and people allow that?

[Not that Tammy has perfect faith in her government but she still possesses some some bit of faith, apparently, because this notion leaves her feeling cold. She shivers and, even though he's not talking to her, she moves closer to examine the phone booth.]

I dunno. I can't see where it might be.

[She looks around, frowning a bit.]

And nothing here looks like a telephone pole, at least not the kind where I'm from.

[helluvachin.livejournal.com]

The ones who don't like it don't have much of a choice.

[In fact they're usually thrown into Deadworld when they speak against it.]

Could be wireless then.

[Not that he's ever seen a wireless phone booth before but then again he's never seen a talking robot either.]

But if that's the case I don't know where it would be getting a signal from.

[needsnobottle]

Geez.

[She can't think of how else to respond to that, running a hand over the back of her neck and instead focusing on the phone booth problem.]

Satellites, maybe? But if that's the case then I don't know how you could fix it.

[helluvachin.livejournal.com]

[It's probably better that she does. Deadworld isn't particularly something he has fun talking about.]

If there's a satellite then there must be some kinda receiver, like a dish or something. Maybe that's the problem.

[Of course he's seen nothing like that since he got here. Zachariah rubs his forehead.]

This is gonna be harder than I first thought.

[needsnobottle]

[She frowns, looking ever more like she's thinking this won't work.]

Can you make a receiver?

[helluvachin.livejournal.com]

[Zachariah thinks about that for a little bit.]

With all the right parts I think I could.

[needsnobottle]

What're the chances we'll be able to find all those parts around here?

[Tammy rubs at her throat, pushing against the slight nudge, that whisper of a faint desire to ask him...does he wish..?]

[helluvachin]

I'd say slim but with this place I don't have a clue. Staff might have something I can use. They were willing to share last time I helped them.

[Zachariah scratches his head.]

Might have to put this on the burner for a while.