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[ate_it_all]

[There's a voice over the phone, although she doesn't seem to be speaking into it - it's distant, as though it's picking her up from off the hook. Since she is alone in the room, she's talking to herself. A habit of a lonely young woman.]

Oh my. This is rather confusing. Of all places, how in the world have I arrived in this plain looking room? And

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[weaponsparked]

... what are you doing?

[ate_it_all]

...

It spoke.

Hello.

[weaponsparked]

Yes. Phones tend to do that.

[ate_it_all]

Oh, my. I'm afraid you know something I don't, sir. Are you this so-called 'Phone,' or perhaps you are actually speaking to me from somewhere else?

[hartmanhips]

[just how many people does this place take, anyways? Still, the very least she can do is be nice and tell her -- to stop her from being confused, and maybe bring her some snacks because Jesus Cristo those sounds are a bit suspicious]

Hello, darling. I'll tell you everything in a minute, but...uh...[what is that sound, and does she need to pack her knives as well?] would you like some food? I have cookies.

[ate_it_all]

[Hm it's another person on the phone. She still wants to eat it but - heeey food]

Why, that would be delightful! Are you a professional baker?

[hartmanhips]

I wouldn't say professional, no, but I do like food and there's nothing that chocolate can't solve, right? [except for her nightmares, and various other psychological problems, but that's okay, KEEP TALKING, the weird noises have died down and this person sounds polite.]

[ate_it_all]

[Not a professional and "likes" food, hmmm that doesn't sound too promising... she's now looking for places in her clothes to hide this knife just in case she thinks Milla might taste better than her cooking. However, a magic word was just said]

Chocolate~!

[so benefit of the doubt is being given... sorta. She's still looking.]

[artwithknives]

What?

[ate_it_all]

... [this voice sounds dumb. She's gonna focus on eating the phone]

Ohoho... I do wonder how this will taste.

[artwithknives]

It probably tastes like spit from people talking into it.

[ate_it_all]

Hm - are these contraptions used by many people?

Voice. HAHAHA "BEAVERS"

[steel_massifail]

...Um. Hello?

[[the hell is that noise and this woman and why was she talking about eating beavers]]

teeheehee

[ate_it_all]

Hello~

Are you going to cook for me too?

[steel_massifail]

Excuse me? Cook for you?

[ate_it_all]

My, my. You do know what cooking is, don't you?

[redorblueshot]

Um, whatever it is you're eating, it doesn't sound like it's good raw.

[ate_it_all]

Oh dear. You may be right.

Do you know of any recipes containing phone?

[redorblueshot]

...Sorry, I'm afraid phones are out of my league as a chef.

[ate_it_all]

What a pity. Still, a capable chef is a creative chef, don't you agree?

I think I'd like it boiled.