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[stressshopping]

[Hanna is a product of her age which meant that she communicated mostly through text. She is sitting in her new 'room' with her door open and her feet hanging from her bed.]

Okay, so I've had a look around and this place is weird. I want to know what everyone else's thoughts are or to know whose even here. Also why can't we see everything? What are they hiding? It doesn't seem very fair if they brought us here.

Not only that but we're in New York City and we're not allowed to leave? I don't know about anyone else but this is like the shopping capital of the world and I don't think Fedex or UPS deliver to underground bunkers. Also I only arrived with one outfit and that's not okay. What about tooth brushes? Unless there is more hiding in the bathroom that I haven't found yet.


[ooc: feel free to bug her in her room, the doors open. Just let me know if its an action reply.]

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[technoboytoy]

A toothbrush, Hanna? Really?

[stressshopping]

It's important.

Wait... Caleb?

[technoboytoy]

I can't really argue with that.

I'm glad to see you here, too.

[stressshopping]

Where are you?

[technoboytoy]

The rec room. Where are you?

[stressshopping]

Bedroom… I’ll meet you there.

[stressshopping]

In the Rec room.

Action!

[stressshopping]

[As promised Hanna shows up about ten minutes later. She's wearing a white top and a pair of bright yellow shorts. Caleb may or may not remember the outfit from his past. She's wearing a smile as she slides next to him.]

I can't believe you're here too!

[She leans forward, giving Caleb a quick kiss before placing her purse on the table.]

I didn't see you. When did you get here?

Action!

[technoboytoy]

[He's smiling when she takes a seat next to him and returns the kiss before he speaks.]

I could've met you in your bedroom.

[He takes a breath.]

Earlier today. What about you?

Action!

[stressshopping]

We can go to my room later.

[She smiles at him. It's been less than 12 hours but she'd already started to miss him.]

A few hours ago? I didn't even know you'd left, let alone that you ended up here... wherever here is.

[Hanna rests her head on his shoulder happy to just be able to be with someone she knows.]

action; because really, what the hell is with this phone thing?

[thedeadguy]

[You know, for the past 70 years, Joey might not have been able to touch anything, but damn it, he'd at least picked up a thing or two hanging around Red...at least he thought he had. He knew about computers, and the "mooses" you used to move that little arrow gizmo around the screen. He knew with phones like the one he'd been given, you could look at the electronic mail that was replacing actually writing a these days, call people even when you weren't in a building, and look stuff up on the internet, which he knew was a place where a lot of people did and said a lot of questionable things that probably shouldn't be believed. He knew it, sure, but for everything he knew you could do with one of these pieces of plastic and glass, he had no idea how to do it. It was a sad bi-product of having been completely incorporeal when Red was trying to explain it to him. That and he hadn't been able to get too close to her with it, seeing as being a ghost meant he usually made the phone go all weird.

He knew you just touched it, at least. That's what Red always did. He'd just about given up on getting the damned thing when he heard Hanna's voice from her open room as he was walking past. He pulled his hand out of his coat pocket, the phone with it, and looked down at it, then into the open door. The kid seemed to get how it worked. Maybe he should...

...nah. But who the hell else is going to explain this thing to him?

He knocked on the door frame.]

Hey, sweetheart. You, uh, got a minute?

action; old man

[stressshopping]

[Hanna looks up from her phone only realizing then that she'd spoken every other word out loud. Her lips pursed together and her eyebrows rose as if noting to herself how awkward the situation is. Her expression quickly relaxes and she replies with a smile.]

Yeah, what is it?

[She swings her feet from around her bed and stands. She'd rather they talk outside of her room.]

Are you from here or...

[Hanna squints before glancing down the hall.]

Oh good, we're roommates.

[It isn't that far of a leap.]

action; old man

[thedeadguy]

[Well, now that the old man has gotten a response from the girl, he's feeling a little awkward about the entire situation. He looks back down to the phone, taking a breath before continuing.]

Yeah, roommates. Sure. So, uh...do you think you could give me a crash course on this phone thing?

action; old man

[stressshopping]

[Hanna rises an eyebrow before turning so that she's standing at his side.]

Okay, what do you want to know how to do?

[This guy doesn't look that old, she doesn't know why he can't use a phone but she isn't the sort of person who'll just leave him to hand out and dry.]

action; old man

[thedeadguy]

Anything?

[Honestly, there are a lot of things Joey hates. He hates cats, annoying children, annoying adults...and these new phones.]

It's, uh...I'm a little before it's time, sweetheart.

action; old man

[stressshopping]

[Hanna raises an eyebrow at 'sweetheart' but turns her attention towards the phone.]

Okay, if you want to send a text you go here and if you want to call someone you go here. You can also enter numbers here.

action; old man

[thedeadguy]

[If Joey's expression is any indication, he's never going to remember any of that.]

...right. Thanks for clearing that up, kid.

action; old man

[stressshopping]

Oh come on it isn't that bad.

[She purses her lips at him before shaking her head.]

Okay, let's do this again. What's the first thing you want to know how to do?

[misskringle]

The second we can leave I'm heading for the resale shops myself, one skirt and sweater won't cut it!

[stressshopping]

I know! I don't understand how they expect us to wear the same thing for a few days? That's NOT okay.

...

Isn't it too hot for a sweater?

[misskringle]

Not fun! The sooner they let us leave the better right?

And I was at work, the AC at the station has a way of staying cranked up.

[stressshopping]

Yeah they can't keep us here forever.

Where did you work?

[misskringle]

Exactly and I worked for the police in Gotham in a civilian position.

[stressshopping]

What's the police like in Gotham?

[misskringle]

Its not a bad place to work, can be a bit crazy but typical city crazy. [Kristen was not going to talk about the shooting just yet.]