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[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

9999999999999999999999999999imthestrongest999999999999999999999999999

[ In other words: 'What is this thing and what do these buttons do?' For the lone individual who knows which hotel room she's in might find it vacant. So where exactly is this woman from ancient times?

At the mall of course. A few minutes later, there will be another text message to come through the network. ]

CUD TEH CAERTAEKR OF THES GIRL COME AND PIK H3R UP?!???! OMG WTF SH3S BAN WAND3RNG AROUND IN DA CLOTHNG S2RE FOR LIEK FOREV3R!1!!!! WTF LOL

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[Voice]

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

Oh. [ Hello random voice call how are you? ] This magical artifact is strange. I can hear the voice of someone who is not present...

Where is Diarmuid? He must hear of this!

[Voice]

[toomanyhyphens.livejournal.com]

Diarmuid? You know him?

[That gives her pause. She doesn't know this voice.]

Who is this?

And this "artifact" is called a "phone".

[Voice]

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

A terrible wife I would be if I knew not a thing of my husband Diarmuid.

[ ]

A phone? What purpose does it serve?

[Voice]

[toomanyhyphens.livejournal.com]

...

Hus........................... band?

You are... his...?














Communication.

[Voice]

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

[ Sorry Sola-Ui, but her "PLS FUCK ME" face was just superior to your's in every way. kanyeshrug. ]

Yes, I'm Gráinne, child to Cormac mac Airt and Eithne Táebfada, who is the daughter of Cathaír Mór.

[ In other words: I'm rich, bitch. ]

Communication. That much is clear as water. Why must people use these 'phones' instead of speaking face-to-face?