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[l_shrugged]

[In quick succession, the following messages appear:]

fjropgjhpgfhgfgfg
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It's a miniature luggable that doubles as a camera.
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And phone. Where does this connect?

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[ voice ]

[valdecet]

[ voice ]

[l_shrugged]

[L blinks slowly. And switches over to voice, honestly baffled and determined to understand this... situation.

Children obtaining such advanced equipment is troubling and, annoyingly, that includes himself, though it may or may not be Watari's doing. The man tends to space out gifts, aware of his distaste for the holidays. He inhales and speaks:]

Hello. Is there an adult nearby?

[ voice ]

[valdecet]

[ voice ]

[l_shrugged]

[He's blinking in confusion; hold.]

... I am.

[Perhaps Watari would scold him for this...]

I need you to find an adult to give the radio to immediately. It's important. Make sure you're around other adults when you give it to him.

[voice]

[twoswordjuniper]

[Four-year-old Deneve is curious about your strange words.]

What's 'luggable' mean? And 'camera' and 'phone'?

[voice]

[l_shrugged]

[It doesn't seem like he'll be getting an answer anytime soon. Certainly no from the overwhelming network of children.]

It's a bit complicated to explain. [Not really. But to a child? Though luggables are definitely far too advanced - wasn't it last year that it was released?] Are you in an unfamiliar room, too?

[voice]

[twoswordjuniper]

[There is a huffy sigh. She's probably crossing her arms at you right now, L.]

I can understand complicated things, Mister.

I was! But I left there a while ago. I'm looking for my sister.

[voice | public ---> private]

[l_shrugged]

[Oop, L's just blinking. I don't think he believes this.]

You're speaking through a phone- [I think. Then again, considering it broadcasts, perhaps it would be more accurate to refer to it as a radio. But... the numbers. There would be phone numbers, then, and thus the option of a private line; eyes shift over the identification number and he carefully fiddles with the device before the PRIVATE appears. And -- ]

I speak words into my phone, which break down to find your phone more quickly, and, when they do, they build into intelligible words again so that you hear what I said. You understand? It's like a walkie talkie.

[Kind of.

Hopefully that's satisfactory. Explaining a luggable will be a bit more difficult and he is having a hard time believing that she doesn't know about cameras.]

It's safer for her and yourself if you- [What. Go back to a potentially dangerous location? Though it's odd they're not being guarded. The young detective's by the library at the moment, having found a marker to offer Watari when the elederly man

[VOICE - PRIVATE] - ...I'm sorry, I totally spaced on whether Ryuga is his last name or his first...

[undertides]

[Although they'd only spoken briefly, it's evident that this voice is higher, younger, than it had been. And - well, although he seems fine, albeit... de-aged, for want of a better term, it doesn't hurt to check. He's a source of potential information for Sasuke, after all.]

...Ryuga-san?

I take it you have been affected by the... odd happenings.

Are you all right?

[VOICE - PRIVATE] - ahah, it's fine -- and good luck with this. *dies*

[l_shrugged]

[Oh, it's already set as private.

And the voice is most certainly not that of a child and he eyes eyes the crowd warily, deciding to find a safer spot within the library. That's the sound of scuffling initially filling the voice.

Ryuga-san?

Odd happenings.

Assuming a familiar role, as though they know one another, and it's very clear this man doesn't know who he is.]

I am fine.

And yes, it seems I have been... Unfortunately, it will end shortly. I will be contacting my associate and leaving, and the children will be returned to their homes. Is there a reason you're contacting me?

[L was a paranoid child? Never.]

Re: [VOICE - PRIVATE] - ...the paranoia, it burns. XD

[undertides]

[The odd turns of phrase make it difficult to ascertain what he means. Difficult to tell whether he retains his memories, or whether he's simply overly unfriendly. Overly cautious.]

I'm glad to hear that.

You expect it to end shortly? So you expect everyone to return to their ages?

I am simply contacting you out of... concern.

[He doesn't say whether it's concern for his wellbeing, or concern for his ability to help him still.]

[VOICE - PRIVATE] - lawl, it's sad that this was just the budding stage

[l_shrugged]

[L is frowning as he seeks the building labelled "SCHOOL" - and it's very frustrating weaving through the natives who have been less than useful in locating the girl's location.]

Return to their ages.

[L glances around briefly.]

Would you like to elaborate on what you mean?

[Because it's likely very different than the way L's picking apart and interpreting the statement.]

[Video]

[sucker_punches]

That first word isn't a real word.

[Hello, know-it-all.]

What are those other things?

[voice]

[l_shrugged]

[Another one?

L's eyes are half-lidded, frustrated, and a very poor babysitter it is turning out. Though this girl's hair is very brightly colored, pink, and distracting enough to soothe the bratty response that may have spilled from his mouth. Come to think of cotton candy, it would be very acceptable at the moment. His mouth shifts, tasting the utter lack of taste and, moreover, residual sweetness. It's very... unsatisfying.]

They're all walkie talkies. Two-way radios.

[... kind of. Certainly easier to explain.]

Let me guess. You don't know where you are either?

[Video] fjksajfl her hair reminds him of cotton candy!

[sucker_punches]

Oh! Oh I know what a radio is. They are kinda like that but I never saw anyone through a radio.

N-no, I don't. I don't know how I got here either. Do you?

[voice] it's likely the reason he wouldn't mind meeting with her

[l_shrugged]

These are special radios.

[Bullshit. Moving on.]

I don't remember, but the same person likely did this to us. Right now, it's important that all the children come together. Are you near others?

1/2

[heresygrenade]

[Oh.My.God.]

[Mello stares for a good minute. Then curses under his breath, rather audibly.]

PRIVATE 2/2

[heresygrenade]

Fucking Christ. Careful what you say.

[private | voice]

[l_shrugged]

[Wide eyes blink down at the PRIVATE flashing, indicating that the man on the other side is well aware of the device's features, though he doesn't exactly. Follow. None of the adults that agree to speak with him are very useful.]

What am I being careful of?

[private | voice]

[heresygrenade]

Don't talk too much about yourself. Don't tell secrets. Don't give out your ruddy name.

[He sighs and rubs his face.]

How old are you?