Room 418, Tuesday Afternoon
The phone is ringing as Door returns to the room after Literature class, the second in as many days where she's met a teacher with the familiar accents of home, or at least Not Quite Home.
She stares at the machine for a moment too long, thinking it must be for Seely, and only tentatively reaches for it on a whim as the ringing dies away. Door doesn't expect a voice in her ear; there's never been one before when she's picked up a telephone receiver, just the sound of whistling air somewhere far away - but what she hears isn't that, either. It's a dial-tone, the sort that she's overheard when she's walked past an Upworlder making a call at a public kiosk, but broken up by a repetitive pattern of beeps.
There was something about this in her student handbook, she recalls, and she digs it out, still in a bit of a daze that she's hearing anything from the phone. Voicemail, she reads, and, frowning, she follows the directions to retrieve the message.
There's a voice. In her ear.
Perhaps someday this place will stop surprising her.
She drops her class materials on her desk, and heads off to meet said voice.
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She stares at the machine for a moment too long, thinking it must be for Seely, and only tentatively reaches for it on a whim as the ringing dies away. Door doesn't expect a voice in her ear; there's never been one before when she's picked up a telephone receiver, just the sound of whistling air somewhere far away - but what she hears isn't that, either. It's a dial-tone, the sort that she's overheard when she's walked past an Upworlder making a call at a public kiosk, but broken up by a repetitive pattern of beeps.
There was something about this in her student handbook, she recalls, and she digs it out, still in a bit of a daze that she's hearing anything from the phone. Voicemail, she reads, and, frowning, she follows the directions to retrieve the message.
There's a voice. In her ear.
Perhaps someday this place will stop surprising her.
She drops her class materials on her desk, and heads off to meet said voice.
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