Evelyn Mulciber (bestdefense) wrote in disorderic, @ 2017-09-17 01:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | briony mulciber, evelyn mulciber |
WHO: Briony & Evelyn Mulciber
WHAT: Technology Training
WHEN: Sunday, September 17
WHERE: Their home, Mould on the Wold
WARNINGS: Selfies
“You want to know about what?” Bri’s voice was light with amusement as she glanced up from her phone to look at her mother. As usual, she was draped across the lounge chair in their sun-drenched living room, wrapped in a silk robe despite it being well into the afternoon. Would she change out of her pajamas today? Who knew. That was the magic of being your own boss. Blue eyes scanned her mother’s face, unsure if she’d heard her correctly. Evelyn, in her usual sharp and unshowy attire, clasped her hands in front of her as she approached her youngest daughter. "I need you to teach me to Hooter," she repeated. It was already a significant moment that Evelyn was admitting she didn't know something and needed help; she would not tolerate jokes at her expense. So her next words were laced with the slightest warning: "I won't be repeating myself again, Briony." The look of amusement fell from her daughter’s face, eyes cast downward in deference to her mother. Even at 28, Evelyn had a way of making Bri feel like she was five years old being pulled from the cabinets by her ear, face covered in pumpkin pasties. But she couldn’t help but feel a burning sense of excitement — Evelyn had passively paid attention to her work, but now she was asking about it? Even though something at the back of her mind wanted to question it, Bri couldn’t help but smile as she swung her legs to the ground, hopping up and bouncing over. “To hoot,” she said warmly. “Hooter is the app… where you hoot.” She knew this sounded ridiculous. “Do you have your phone?” Evelyn produced the object from a pocket of her suit. It was several versions behind Briony's, and worked perfectly well for what she needed, thank you. Still, so much uproar and so many immediate responses seemed to come up on Hooter that she needed to keep herself apprised. It would better serve her (and the Dark Lord) if she knew what was going on as soon as it happened. She unlocked the thing and handed it to her youngest daughter. "Here." Bri held the phone out in front of her, turning it over for a moment as she examined it. “Mummy, we’ve got to get you a new phone,” she said offhand as she swiped through the screen. With just a few taps, Hooter was downloading to the phone. “Okay, it’s downloading…” a pause. “So what do you want to hoot about?” "Oh, Salazar, I don't want to hoot about anything," Evelyn said dismissively, before considering how important this silly little app was to her baby girl. "That is, I don't suppose I know just yet. I want to follow it to keep up on trends. Trendings. That sort of thing." The app finished in only a moment and Bri opened it, tapping Evelyn’s email into the sign-up screen and then offering it back to her. “Okay here.. so this is great for that. I swear, Hooter knows about everything, even before the Prophet… not that they know anything ever.” It was good she was finally trying to get in with the modern age. Say what you would about mudbloods, the technological revolution could only help the wizarding world. “So you have to pick a username and type it in there. Everyone’s gonna know you by that name, like I’m at brinicorn. You know, cute but still me.” Evelyn's nicely manicured fingers clicked slowly over the keys. She would not be selecting something so whimsical. After creating a new, complicated password (even with new technology, she was no fool when it came to security), @emulciber was born. "Now what do I do with it?" Bri leaned over to look at the screen — she couldn’t even remember what a brand new account looked like. “Now you have to find people to follow! Starting with me, of course.” Reaching over, Bri pointed at the little magnifying glass icon. “Tap there and type in brinicorn and then follow me. You’ll be able to see all my posts that way. Who else do you want to keep up with?” "I can't just see everything? It's not like the journal network?" Evelyn asked, annoyed. This was starting to sound like more work than she was planning to put into such a silly endeavour. Still, she followed Briony's account. She would have to study it to learn proper Hooter etiquette and writing patterns. The winternet was such a strange being. Bri let out a short giggle. “No Mum, there’s like millions of wizards from all over the world on here. You could be on here all day every day and never read every post. That’s why you follow the people who are important.” Digging her own phone out of the pocket of her robe, Bri pulled up Hooter and her profile. “See? I’m only following like a hundred people but I have 800,000-ish followers! You wouldn’t want to read everything. Just the stuff you’re interested in.” She tapped her following list and began to scroll. “Oh, how about the Ministry? Boring, but sometimes funny.” Evelyn sighed. "Fine, I'll follow the Ministry. And do I know any of the people you follow? Anyone important, anyway?" That really depends on your idea of important Bri thought, but smartly kept to herself. Evelyn wouldn’t care about celebrities or cute animals. “Umm, looks like Narcissa. Celestina Warbeck maybe? Glenda Chittock. You know, basically anyone who is anyone.” "I do love Celestina," Evelyn admitted, typing the singer's name into the search box. It produced far more names -- handles? -- than she knew what to do with. Concern crossed her features. "Are these people pretending to be Celestina Warbeck?" Oh, how to explain the idea of an obsessive fanbase? “Not really” Bri said, taking a moment to think of a comparison. “It’s her fans — people who post news and photos about her. Some people use her name, but it’s like… in homage.” (She pronounced this home-age, for the record). “You can tell if a famous person is real because they’re verified. See that little check mark there?” — Bri pointed — “That means this account is actually Celestina. Like someone on her management team told Hooter it’s hers for sure.” “But only really big celebrities get verified. I’m hoping to get my account verified soon!” "I'm sure it will, dear," Evelyn said. "Alright. What should I hoot?" Bri cocked her head in thought, then gave Evelyn a dastardly smile. “A selfie, of course! You know, so everyone knows it’s really you.” Evelyn looked decidedly unimpressed. Still, she could see some logic to it, she supposed, or at least the kind of silliness that passed for logic on hooter. She sighed. "Fine. Show me what to do." “Ee!” Bri squealed with excitement, her blue eyes lighting up at what she perceived as a very important mother-daughter bonding moment. To have her actually take interest in what Bri did all day — even if it was selfies — was so unexpected. “Okay so, tap here, then here,” she showed Evelyn how to bring up the camera on her phone. “Then you want to hold your phone out in front of you like this—” she demonstrated “—and make a cute face before you press the button. Oh actually..” Gently pressing Evelyn’s elbow, Bri guided her to turn to face the window. “You always want to find your light so your face looks awake.” All the little tips she’d picked up over the years seemed so obvious now, but her wizta was full of sad, low-light selfies. “And then just snap!” Evelyn sighed again, then put on a smile that almost looked genuine, and snapped. The smile was gone as soon as the photo was set, but she looked at her daughter with something approaching warmth. "Thank you, Briony." |