IC Contact: Recollé

[notyourutopian]

Eleanor Lamb

Hello you've reached Eleanor Lamb's voicemail. I'd explain what's next but I can't imagine you don't know what to do at the beep.

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[notyourutopian]

You

You're connecting to the internet with your brain?

[notyourutopian]

Yes, but that's still the dumpling's fault...

[Oh this was not going how she wanted at all.]

Come on, sit down.

[She ushered Yukiko to the couch, sinking down onto it next to her.]</small How about this? If it turns out you've somehow completely forgotten how to cook...and I don't believe that at all, but...if you have. We'll learn it together? I mean, you know me, I can't cook much of anything. But we could...I don't know...take a class or something.

[standalonehuman]

Well, when you put it like that.

I think so?

[notyourutopian]

How?

[standalonehuman]

I'm not 100% sure, but what I think it is?

Something implanted in the brain, it might be related to the micro-machines I remembered, tiny machines that stick around in the bloodstream to do certain functions.

Maybe one of those functions is net connectivity.

[burningblossoms]

...I...really don't want to relearn how to cook.

[She really doesn't. But damn that may be the only choice.]

This sucks. But yeah, you're right I guess.

[She makes another swipe at her eyes with the back of her hand, washing away more tears.]

...and now I'm just hungry.

9/24 Misfire.

[burningblossoms]

No, I don't think so. I'm sorry, but I don't think of you that way.

[notyourutopian]

Well you aren't going to have to, so don't worry about it.

[Eleanor could be optimistic, it seemed. As long as it involved people that weren't her. Oops?]

Well, at least that's one problem I can fix. [She grinned, giving Yukiko's shoulder another squeeze before she stood up and headed over to where she'd put her purse down to fish out her phone.]

Pizza work?

[notyourutopian]

...Hey Yukiko.
Rather sure I'd remember asking you out so.

Misfire?

[burningblossoms]

Pizza's fine.

[It's definitely going to be a thing they get more often. Not that it's a bad thing. Just...yeah...]

[burningblossoms]

Oh!

Um.

Yes, misfire.

No, it's not someone asking me out.

[notyourutopian]

Uh huh

What happened?

[burningblossoms]

Oh. Someone thought I was being mean to them.

That's all.

I said I'd rather not study with them and they said that must be because I hate them.

[notyourutopian]

Good lord.
Because you're such a monster, Yukiko.

Who was it?

[burningblossoms]

Just some guy from a class. Nobody on the network.

[notyourutopian]

Huh. I probably would've slapped him

Sorry you had to go through that

[notyourutopian]

[And ring ring, pizza is ordered, and then Eleanor is dropping back onto the couch next to Yukiko.]

There. Dinner is saved. Kind of.

[She was aiming for somewhere between reassuring and silly.]

[notyourutopian]

You mean nanites

You have nanites in your brain.

[standalonehuman]

Yeeeeeees?

[burningblossoms]

It's whatever. He's dumb.

I get that a lot though. People asking me for help.

[notyourutopian]

Well you're friendly and nice and pretty so
It's hardly surprising.

[burningblossoms]

What does being pretty have to do with studying?

[notyourutopian]

It was probably an excuse to hang out with you.
Instead of actually study

[burningblossoms]

Why?
He could just ask.

I'd still say no...but...

[notyourutopian]

Maybe he thought you were less likely to say no if it seemed like just studying?
Boys can be weird.