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[hasmovedon]

If your character needs to get in touch with Roland, they can do so here! He is in possession of a phone that is capable of calls, texting, picture and video sharing, and internet access. How well he actually knows how to use it is up for debate. His voicemail away message is the standard one the phone came with, if that tells you anything.

This post can also be used to send him letters or other more private means of communication if you so desire. Just note in your comment what method of contact you're using!

Comments

Call

[dirteater]

Hey Roland I have a question. Take a seat I need you to have an open mind here.

[hasmovedon]

[Hey wow he managed to press the right button to answer the call, that alone is a victory!]

I can answer whatever question you have for me standing up. What is it?

[dirteater]

[A scoff as she mutters from the other end.] Be that way.

What are your feelings on dogs?

[hasmovedon]

Dogs? Ah. They can be a valuable companion if properly trained. A good dog is worth its weight in coin.

[dirteater]

So you wouldn't be opposed to me getting a dog?

[hasmovedon]

So long as you cared for it, no.

[... Wait. He saw those posters.]

How soon were you planning?

[dirteater]

Uuuh I was thinking like right now?

[hasmovedon]

[Oh my god.]

Right -- Beatrice, where are you going to keep it?

[Unless she is also bringing home a dog house, which he doubts.]

[dirteater]

We have an entire house I don't think space is gonna be a problem.

[She sighs and shifts a little, trying to be SENSIBLE for once.] I guess he can stay out in the yard until he's trained right.

[hasmovedon]

[He sighs.]

Not with winter coming on.

[He's not going to let her get a dog and then have it immediately freeze to death. Nobody likes dead puppies.]

He can stay inside. We'll set up some kind of pen.

[dirteater]

[She's glad Roland can't hear her GRIN FROM EAR TO EAR. Quickly she composes herself so she can talk without the sound of stupid glee in her voice.]

I'll pick some things up while I'm here if things work out. You need anything?

[hasmovedon]

A drink.

[Har har.]

Other than that I'm fine. Still have plenty of frozen peas.

[dirteater]

[Beatrice snorts a little.]

See you tonight, old man.

Call

[rickdiculous]

Yeah, uh, i-is your refrigerator running?

[hasmovedon]

[Oh, he knows that voice, even if it's a little distorted over the phone. He also doesn't know the term 'running', at least not as it applies to an appliance; his world is too devoid of technology to have that colloquialism. Running is something water and cowards do.]

What.

[rickdiculous]

I said. Is your refrigerator...running?

[hasmovedon]

It doesn't have legs, Sanchez. How could it?

[rickdiculous]

I-Is it on and working.

[hasmovedon]

... I would assume so.

[Where is this going. He is suspicious.]

[rickdiculous]

So, would you say...t-that it's running.

[hasmovedon]

[Okay, you know what. He actually walks from the living room to the kitchen just to check. From what he's heard Rick could very well have added legs to it since he last looked. But, no, there it is, normal as ever.]

It isn't moving at all.

[rickdiculous]

I-if it's running, that also means it's operating at normal capacity, clueless.

[hasmovedon]

Ah.

[Well jeez, Rick, not everyone can be a super genius about technology. For god's sake, Roland calls cars 'cartmobiles'. He's at a remedial level here.]

Then yes, it is.

[rickdiculous]

...So your refrigerator is - it's definitely running.

[hasmovedon]

In your sense of the term, I suppose.

[He sighs and goes to pinch the bridge of his nose before he realizes the hand with enough fingers to do so is already holding his phone. Dammit.]

Does this have a point?