[January Meme] Late-Night Caller

[pumpkinhollow]

In Pumpkin Hollow, communication is vital, and most homes are outfitted with a telephone provided by the town hall. Even in the Oak & Iron, a phone is public-use, and any barkeeps working at the time will gladly flag their residents down who receive a call.

An important tool will always have its occasional drawbacks, however. One such drawback being that, whether you're trying to get some much-needed sleep, lurking around with a bout of insomnia, or simply having a late evening to yourself, the ringing bell of your telephone calls for your attention. The other end of the line could be anyone: a friend, a stranger, a business partner, maybe even the Pine Devil. (It's probably not the Pine Devil.)

What could they possibly want at this hour? Is it important, or completely ridiculous? Are they drunk, lonely, or just bored? Are they in trouble, and you were the first person they could think to call? There's only one way to find out!

 

     Rules:

• Drop a TL with your character answering their phone, and if you have any preferences, leave that in an OOC note!
• Send out some calls! They can truly be about anything at all.
• Communicate if you want this to be a canon interaction or just goofin' between your characters at any point, just to stay clear about any CR gains or losses from the calls/following incidents.
• Feel free to thread out any following events from the calls!
• Have fun! :]

(Inspired by "Midnight Texting" by fleurmortelle as posted in bakerstreet!)

Comments

John Rambo

[theydrewfirstblood]

It's late, but John's sleep doesn't much care. The nightmares...they're better lately, but tonight wasn't one of those 'better' nights.

At least he didn't wake up screaming--cold sweat, racing heart, in desperate need of light, but no screaming.

He's trying, though--he cleans up, changes into pajamas that haven't been soaked through with sweat, and keeps the lights low with a candle on his nightstand so he can read for a while. The local library has some books that remind him of Agatha Christie and all that murder mystery stuff, and the puzzle of trying to figure it out before the end keeps his mind distracted.

He's actually starting to get kind of drowsy when his phone starts ringing.

Frowning curiously, he marks his place, grabs his candle so he doesn't have to turn on any other lights, and heads for the phone in the...parlor?...of his townhouse so he can answer it and hope it's--well, nothing bad.

Far flung hope, this late, but a guy can dream.

"'llo?..."