Room 218, Saturday Afternoon
Ahhh, the glory of mid-afternoon naps. There was something so comforting about snuggling down under a bunch of blankets imbued with warming spells while snow fell outside. With school, the play, and Reserves, Karla didn't often feel like she could afford an afternoon nap, but since it was break and she didn't have to worry about any of those things, Karla felt she could indulge herself and nap a bit today.
She had been asleep for maybe ten minutes when her cellphone rang. Groggily, she groped about for it, and peered at the screen to see who was calling.
Huh. An unknown number. Odd.
"H'lo?" she mumbled into the phone.
"'Ello, luv!" A woman's voice blared in her ear, sounding far too damn cheerful. "I'm calling with London's Luxury Lines to tell you that you might 'ave won an all expense paid trip to Wales! To see if you qualify, all you 'ave to do is buy ten--"
She was talking much too quickly for Karla's sleep-muddled brain to keep up. "Wha--? Who is this? I've done what?"
The woman repeated her spiel, urging Karla towards the benefits of booking her trip with London's Luxury Lines, until Karla finally woke up enough to tell the woman that she was only fifteen and didn't live in England anyway. She did remember to leave out the part where she was from a different world entirely, but it was a close thing. Finally, she was able to hang up, roll over, and fall back asleep.
Riiiiiiiiiiing!
"Hell's Fire," Karla muttered, grasping for the phone again. She was awake enough to be grateful that her phone wasn't randomly playing another carol, but that didn't mean she appreciated the call. "Hello?"
"Hello. This is Robin calling you to inform you that your car's warrenty is about to expire..."
"I don't own a car," Karla gritted out. "You must have the wrong number."
"Is there a car-owner there, then?" The company behind the call wasn't very picky about who they talked to after all.
"No. The island is too small for cars. Thank you and goodbye." Karla closed her phone on whatever else the woman was saying and lay back down. These people kept ruining her nap! Dammit she--
RIIIIIIIIIIING!!!
--She hadn't even had time to set the phone back down on the nightstand before it started ringing. "Yes?" she asked impatiently.
"Hello, my name is Lark, and I've been authorized to inform you that you may be pre-approved for a new mortgage! In our troubled economy, interest rates are--"
"Not interested!" Karla snarled and hung up.
And waited, glaring at the phone, daring it to ring again.
And waited.
And waited.
Finally Karla relaxed. She set the phone aside, and curled up under the blankets again. Occasionally turning her head to glare at her phone in case it decided to be funny again. But it sat innocently on her table, perfectly silent. Excellent. Karla felt herself drifting to sleep again...
RIIIIIIIIING! RIIIIIIING!
"What do you want?" Karla almost wept into the phone. "Yes! Anything! Please just stop calling me and let me nap."
"Hi there!" A sprightly woman's voice practically sang out through her earpiece. "Have you ever thought about how much you could save with a subscription for all of your favorite magazines, rather than just buying them at the newsstand?"
The answer to that was no. Karla had never bought magazines before in her life. "I will give you however much you ask if you just send me some magazines and stop calling," Karla begged.
"Well, for just four payments of $19.99--"
"Take it." Karla rattled off her information for Paypal. "Do whatever you have to. I don't even care."
"What magazines can I--"
"WHATEVER ONES YOU WANT. JUST NEVER CALL ME AGAIN." She slammed her phone shut and vanished it for good measure, burying her face under her pillows.
And that was how Karla got a subscription to Garden and Gun and High Times.
[Establishy but open, assuming you're good with SP. I'm baking Christmas cookies!]
She had been asleep for maybe ten minutes when her cellphone rang. Groggily, she groped about for it, and peered at the screen to see who was calling.
Huh. An unknown number. Odd.
"H'lo?" she mumbled into the phone.
"'Ello, luv!" A woman's voice blared in her ear, sounding far too damn cheerful. "I'm calling with London's Luxury Lines to tell you that you might 'ave won an all expense paid trip to Wales! To see if you qualify, all you 'ave to do is buy ten--"
She was talking much too quickly for Karla's sleep-muddled brain to keep up. "Wha--? Who is this? I've done what?"
The woman repeated her spiel, urging Karla towards the benefits of booking her trip with London's Luxury Lines, until Karla finally woke up enough to tell the woman that she was only fifteen and didn't live in England anyway. She did remember to leave out the part where she was from a different world entirely, but it was a close thing. Finally, she was able to hang up, roll over, and fall back asleep.
Riiiiiiiiiiing!
"Hell's Fire," Karla muttered, grasping for the phone again. She was awake enough to be grateful that her phone wasn't randomly playing another carol, but that didn't mean she appreciated the call. "Hello?"
"Hello. This is Robin calling you to inform you that your car's warrenty is about to expire..."
"I don't own a car," Karla gritted out. "You must have the wrong number."
"Is there a car-owner there, then?" The company behind the call wasn't very picky about who they talked to after all.
"No. The island is too small for cars. Thank you and goodbye." Karla closed her phone on whatever else the woman was saying and lay back down. These people kept ruining her nap! Dammit she--
RIIIIIIIIIIING!!!
--She hadn't even had time to set the phone back down on the nightstand before it started ringing. "Yes?" she asked impatiently.
"Hello, my name is Lark, and I've been authorized to inform you that you may be pre-approved for a new mortgage! In our troubled economy, interest rates are--"
"Not interested!" Karla snarled and hung up.
And waited, glaring at the phone, daring it to ring again.
And waited.
And waited.
Finally Karla relaxed. She set the phone aside, and curled up under the blankets again. Occasionally turning her head to glare at her phone in case it decided to be funny again. But it sat innocently on her table, perfectly silent. Excellent. Karla felt herself drifting to sleep again...
RIIIIIIIIING! RIIIIIIING!
"What do you want?" Karla almost wept into the phone. "Yes! Anything! Please just stop calling me and let me nap."
"Hi there!" A sprightly woman's voice practically sang out through her earpiece. "Have you ever thought about how much you could save with a subscription for all of your favorite magazines, rather than just buying them at the newsstand?"
The answer to that was no. Karla had never bought magazines before in her life. "I will give you however much you ask if you just send me some magazines and stop calling," Karla begged.
"Well, for just four payments of $19.99--"
"Take it." Karla rattled off her information for Paypal. "Do whatever you have to. I don't even care."
"What magazines can I--"
"WHATEVER ONES YOU WANT. JUST NEVER CALL ME AGAIN." She slammed her phone shut and vanished it for good measure, burying her face under her pillows.
And that was how Karla got a subscription to Garden and Gun and High Times.
[Establishy but open, assuming you're good with SP. I'm baking Christmas cookies!]