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[exserpens]

[Somewhere on the Plane, out in some random area, sitting quietly on the ground, is an ansaphone.]

[...all right, maybe not quietly. It is, in fact, a rather loud ansaphone. It is yelling, and swearing, and all in a fairly familiar English accent.]

[The red light on the phone is blinking rather angrily. The ansaphone is not happy.]Henrietta? GET

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[oilyhands]

[Pollution walks up to it slowly, giving it a puzzled look]

Demon?

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[exserpens]

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2/2

[exserpens]

White.

[oilyhands]

How did you manage to get in there? [He's circling it, as if a demon might pop out if he examines it from the proper angle]

[exserpens]

I was travelling through the phone lines-

Look, do us a favour and let me out, will you? I can explain then.

[oilyhands]

[reaching out a hand to hover over the buttons, debating which one to press]

Care to explain how?

[exserpens]

Ordinarily I'd say call the number, but as we're on the Plane...try pressing play?

[oilyhands]

You know, I wonder what rewind would do. [goes so far as to put his finger on rewind, before pushing play; your ansaphone now has two greasy buttons]

[exserpens]

[OH THANK SOMEONE have a dishevelled demon laying nearby, breathing heavily because DAMN it's good to have a body again.]

[oilyhands]

Do you do that often?

[exserpens]

[Breathing, it is so good.]

[After a moment he turns his head to look at White.]

What, travel by phone line? Not any more, I can tell you that.