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[dutying]

[ A: mayfield high; open action. ]

[ During lunch, you might find a lone anti-social girl sitting by herself at a table. Not that she looks like it fazes her - in fact, she seems rather content just by herself. She's idly pricking her fork in her food, but not actually eating it yet. Instead she softly seems to be singing a song to herself, and..

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[pokeay]

... Um... sorry to bother you, but, what is that...? [ what a strange device! ]

[dutying]

... This?

[ She raises an eyebrow as she points at her cellphone - she's used to people recognizing it, after all. ]

It's my cellphone. Don't tell me you haven't seen one before?

[pokeay]

Nope... well, I've seen things that are similar-looking, though. Are they common, where you come from?

[dutying]

Everyone pretty much has one nowadays, I think. Even if they obviously don't have them here, since this is way back in the fifties. They're pretty convenient though.

[pokeay]

Really? What do they do...?

[dutying]

You can call other people using them. You do know what regular phones are for, right? These are a little bit like that, except they're easy to carry around.

[pokeay]

That sounds really useful! ... Can you call Mayfield phones with it, too?

[dutying]

I haven't tried yet, since I just have the phone back home either way.

[ She's carrying it for an entirely other reason, but she won't say that as easily.. ]

[pokeay]

Really...? Then, um... why are you carrying it around? I mean, if you don't know if you can use it here...

[dutying]

[ oops, time for an excuse!! ]

... Well, it's just nice to have something from back home with you, right? Makes this place feel a little more like home and therefore a little more bearable.