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buzzhype ([info]buzzhype) wrote in [info]forgotten_gods,
@ 2009-01-31 12:10:00

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Entry tags:ecstasy, sato, telecommunications

Who: Telecom and OTA
What: Having a miniature celebration about Barack Obama's Blackberry
Where: Times Square Subway Station
When: Mid afternoon

There were lots of things that Telecom could stick his nose into. He could listen to 911 operators and so-called terrorists being wiretapped. He could tap into smut lines and party lines, and listen to gossip and data and rage. Generally he felt fairly entertained by the concept. Unfortunately, a few weeks back it seemed there would be one person dropping off his network: El Presidente.

Then the papers put in a nice little blurb: Obama to receive upgraded Blackberry. For joy of joys Telecom could have just about thrown a party. Well, he would have thrown a party if he'd a plethora of friends to invite. Instead he knew exactly what to do.

Slipping out of the hotel for a bit he was quickly down into the heart of the city's subway system, people watching. Though, there was just one little thing he, and only he could do: he was granting subway wide phone calls. Cell Phones were beeping and blaring and ring-a-ding-dinging, often to the amusement of the people around him. Some people were even getting foreign calls from Japan or Europe as formerly inert phones turned active.

Oh, it was a good day for the God of communication, and a good day for man-kind. All Telecom had to do was keep on leaning against the wall and smiling. Well, that and hope some over scrutinous Port Authority Cop didn't get some funny idea about his being a terrorist or something. That would be unfortunate.

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[info]x_t_c
2009-01-31 06:34 pm UTC (link)
Ecstasy bounced down the steps with the rush of the crowd, bumping into this person and scooting past the next or randomly sliding her fingertips across the backs of people's shoulders with her free hand. There were so many people wandering around and heading for the subway that no one really paid much attention to who was touching them. Or if they did, it was too late and Ecstasy had already moved on.

In her other hand she had the most delicious tuna salad sandwich that man had ever made. She looked entirely too pleased about her sandwich, her eyes dancing as she bobbed her head back and forth, making her pigtails swing back and forth. A few of the other would-be passengers glanced her way and chuckled, but she didn't care.

After a moment, her lashes batted quickly for a couple of different reasons; first, she felt another immortal somewhere nearby, and secondly she was greeted by a whirlwind of cell phones going off. Her eyes shifted over the people before she started moving again, following that feeling until it got stronger.

Spotting the man against the wall, she moved over and stood an acceptable amount of space away from him. "Hello," she offered and ran her tongue over her teeth to make sure she didn't have any food caught between her teeth and gave a smile once she was sure she was good. "Having a good day?"

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[info]buzzhype
2009-01-31 06:45 pm UTC (link)
From his spot, even in spite of his intoxicating glee, he was distracted for a moment by a little blip of power on his radar. Usually he tried his best to ignore the rest of the immortals but this one seemed to be coming for him.

With a squint and a pucker he spotted a bobbing head in the crowd. This was one touchy feely immortal. Crossing his arms he squinted at her as she came through the mix of them and chewed his lip as he tried to figure out just what she was. The goddess of...errr.. he was coming up blank.

"Hello," he said rather happily, not quite ready to surrender the joy of the day for the sake of potential. So desperate to like everyone he just sort of leaned there grinning away.

"I'm having a spectacular day," he said uncrossing his arms and fighting the urge to shove his hands in his pockets.

Spying the sandwich he quirked a brow, "Tuna or chicken?"

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[info]x_t_c
2009-01-31 06:54 pm UTC (link)
All in all, most of Ecstasy's experience with other immortals came in the form of her siblings. She did her best to behave herself whenever she did run into the others, though.

Which meant no touching... Which wasn't the easiest thing for her to keep from doing.

Her smile came back fully when he spoke happily to her, and she was thankful that he wasn't grumpy. "It seems like it." Motioning around to the mortals around them, specifically the ones with the cell phones before asking, "is this your doing?"

When he asked about her sandwich, she beamed. "Tuna!" Twisting it around, she offered the un-eaten end of it to him. "Would you like a bite? It's quite possibly the best sandwich in the history of the known world."

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[info]buzzhype
2009-01-31 07:03 pm UTC (link)
She was kind of vibrating there, wasn't she? Like a kid who couldn't keep their hand out of the cookie jar too much longer or they would implode. He could sympathize.

"Oh, if you were me, you'd be pretty happy, too," Cheshire went his features as he drummed his fingertips on his thigh, "Oh, I don't like to brag," he said with glee and the obvious intent of taking credit without being too obnoxious about it.

The sandwich came pointed at him and it was all he could do to not take a bite. He hadn't had breakfast this morning - he was out of cereal and he'd been too excited to stop at Starbucks. It was self preservation that kept him from the sandwich, as he didn't know what she was head honcho of.

"In all the world?" He was mildly impressed, "that must be one sandwich."

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[info]night_yen
2009-01-31 07:07 pm UTC (link)
To be fair, Sato wouldn’t even have noticed the girl if not for fingertips skimming the back of her neck. She’d been preoccupied with brooding over furnishings and accounts, her mind still lingering amidst the jungle of upturned chair legs and empty tables. Her phone’s connection fizzled out underground—should’ve called the driver and remained above, screw the ozone—which mean somewhere out there was a restaurant full of employees without immediate supervision. It was an ulcerous thought.

Then suddenly came that ghostly lick of fingers and Sato wasn’t thinking about restaurants.

Immortal.

She watched the willowy slip of a girl bump through the crowd, pigtails trailing merrily behind. She looked Asian, curiously pretty and ridiculously young, and about as divine as a MTV clip, but…

Not missing a beat in stride, Sato followed the girl. Not too close, not too fast, but still good enough to keep track of those bouncing pigtails. When the girl paused so did Sato, nimbly turning her shoulder against a bulletin board and slipping one hand into her pocket to fish out her cell. Flipping it open, she focused on the girl. Ok, so the silly piece of claptrap was practically useless at the moment but at least she could snap a photo towhat the hell?

Her phone was working. Everybody’s phone was working.

Well.

Well, well, well. Sato pursed her lips, hiding the smile within, and focused the camera on the man by her target.

Point, aim, shoot, and—click.

“Gotcha.”


(OOC: Sorry, sorry. Couldn't resist.)

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[info]x_t_c
2009-01-31 07:17 pm UTC (link)
Ecstasy's dark eyes danced as he took the credit so humbly, and for a brief moment she thought that she maybe, might have sensed another immortal. She could have been wrong - she was out of practice, after all - and so she focused on the conversation with the god in front of her.

"Don't worry, I don't have cooties and it's not laced," she added her best smile after those words, but she wouldn't pressure him into taking a bite. Instead, she turned it back around to where she'd been eating earlier and took a bite.

After she finished her bite she licked her lips and opened her mouth to answer, but there was a sudden click that drew her attention. Her eyebrows shot up as she looked at the woman - the immortal - and smiled at her, too. It was like a mini-party. "We should have said cheese!"

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[info]buzzhype
2009-01-31 07:27 pm UTC (link)
Away went the sandwich, growl went his stomach, and click went a photo. A photo of him. That made his eyes squint as he realized there was some sort of character, well immortal, taking aim and playing the game of point and click. With his own technology no less! She could have at least asked.

Unlike his new found companion, it was hard for Telecom to be quite so happy about someone snapping his photo. It's not that he didn't like having his picture taken; but, in light of recent events he'd grown a bit weary of his fellow immortals. It's not like he had a pantheon to hide behind or anything.

"What's with the photo snapping?" He asked inquisitively, trying not to seem too snide.

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[info]night_yen
2009-01-31 07:42 pm UTC (link)
Sato’s phone snapped shut like trap, her smiling opening up in its place. If she was upset at being noticed, no sign showed in it the friendly, calm lines of her expression.

“Just saving the moment,” she said, approaching the two. “New York isn’t against a little sigh seeing yet, is it?”

Her free hand reached inside her jacket pocket and pulled out a small square, the foil square emblazoned with an abstract design. It almost looked like certain kanji, if you knew how to look for it. Still smiling, she offered the moist towelette to the girl.

“You’ve got a little something on your chin, love.”

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[info]x_t_c
2009-01-31 07:47 pm UTC (link)
Ecstasy was rarely bothered by anything, and it generally took epic proportions to actually make her worry about something. Having her picture taken wasn't one of those things; people took pictures of her on a regular basis by mortals in her club, and she really would have smiled had she known that there was going to be a picture taken.

Her eyes darted between the two immortals, and the fingers of her free hand practically twitched. She wanted to touch them - especially the woman's hair that was just gorgeous - but she knew she had to keep her hands to herself.

...At least until the woman offered the towelette to her, and she couldn't help letting her fingertips brush lightly against hers before pulling back. "Thank you, I seemed to whip myself into a feeding frenzy! This is a really good sandwich, though." Then she did the same thing for the woman that she had the man, offering the uneaten end of the sandwich to her. "Would you like a bite?"

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[info]buzzhype
2009-01-31 07:53 pm UTC (link)
The beeping of phones was subsiding as Telecom got a bit more sidelined by the pair of immortals currently sharing a moist towelette right there in front of him. The sandwich was almost gone now, and it just made his stomach just a little bit more sour for it.

"So, you wander around taking pictures of people often?" he asked, blocking out the woman's cell phone signal for the moment. He didn't want people thinking he was part of the whole shindig going on between pantheons. He certainly didn't want his face associated with it, either. He liked this face.

"Where'd you get that sandwich, anyway?" Insert stomach growl here.

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[info]night_yen
2009-01-31 08:43 pm UTC (link)
At the touch of the girl’s fingers Sato felt a tiny thrill flick in her stomach. It reminded that what with one thing and another she hadn’t had a real meal since landing in New York…

Patience, whispered her instincts. Don’t spoil future prospects for the sake of an early appetizer.

“Nothing wrong with a keen appetite,” she reassured the girl. The sandwich, however, Sato declined with a polite shake of her head. “I’ve just spent the past two hours taste-testing an ocean of puddings—but it’s very sweet of you to offer, thank you.”

Sweet, or maybe sour, or maybe, ooh, spicy. Like the one in Hungary maybe, tart and sweet, and nutty all at once, mingling textures of velvet and pistachio crunch. Or like that pair in Iceland, a luscious crunch and crackle—stop it.

Making a severe mental note to dine well soon, Sato steered her focus back to the present. There was a definite note of suspicion in the man’s tone, and that was hardly useful. She tilted her head a bit, giving her smile in a vaguely teasing slant.

“I tend to capture what I like; isn’t that the whole point of these little wonders?” She briefly held up her phone for emphasis. She then turned the wattage of her smile to the girl again. “Do you mind?”

A tiny beep announced that her cell phone connection was dead. Which could just be the underground factor again, yes. Or the cause could be a little more...personal.

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[info]x_t_c
2009-01-31 09:09 pm UTC (link)
After wiping her face down she couldn't help smiling at the woman. "An ocean of pudding?" She nearly whimpered at the idea, instantly struck envious of how the other woman had spent her previous hours, while she spent them wandering around the city. "You're welcome!" Turning back towards the man, Ecstasy offered him the last bite of her sandwich. "Are you sure you don't want it?"

She fell quiet again and absently wondered to herself why the god didn't want his picture taken. She eyed him then, though it was more to see if she could recall having seen him before. When she glanced back to the woman and realized that the question was for her, Ecstasy beamed again. "I don't mind at all! People take my picture all the time." Of course, it was usually horny college kids in her club while they were drugged out and dancing their lives away.

"Oh, there's an Italian place like two blocks from here. Just a straight shot up the stairs and out that way." She pointed towards where she had come from. "It was only a couple of bucks, but man...They could sell these things for twenty bucks and I'd still buy them!"

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[info]buzzhype
2009-01-31 09:42 pm UTC (link)
He had never seen a god so swept up in physical experience quite so much as this one. Well, that would be discounting Lust; but she was generally only concerned with other people's physical experiences.

"Can't say I'm used to being considered a tourist attraction," he muttered, finding his mood being brought a bit down by the onset of paranoia. It could be too many murmurs had passed through his network lately. Murmurs about uprisings and discomfort. It didn't help that he was now there with the buzzing goddess and the other and her camera.

"Two blocks?" He asked, running his mind through a mental map wondering just which of the establishments it could have been from.

"I know a great coffee shop just like that, actually," he remarked, thinking of his favorite little hole in the wall just a few blocks west.

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[info]night_yen
2009-01-31 10:13 pm UTC (link)
“Oceans of pudding, jungles of tarts, and an unfortunate sprint through a patch of ginger-jalapeño yogurt.” Sato raised her knuckles to her mouth, phone still in hand, in a comic gesture of woe. “It’s a hard knock life.”

The girl had zeal. Sato always liked that in a snack—person. Person! Damn Freudian gastronomic slip. Absentmindedly, Sato patted the girl’s head and tried to think unappetizing thoughts. “I’m sure you’re a hard spectacle to resist.

After a moment, she reached out and patted the man’s head too. There was a note of daring in it. “Don’t glower so, lad, at least not over a measly lot of pixels. Tell you what even, how about I buy a round of coffee and sandwiches in apology? For both of you, of course.”

Somewhere along the line Sato’s smile changed. What started out bright and opaque was now mellow, a little crooked. It made her look mischievous and irrelevant, strange and nontoxic.

“I’m Sato, by the way. Hannah Sato.”

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[info]x_t_c
2009-02-01 01:22 pm UTC (link)
"I'm not a tourist attraction, I just don't mind having my picture taken," Ecstasy shrugged softly and popped the last of her sandwich into her mouth while the woman filled her mind with thoughts of sweet treats. Giggling at the faux-woe, her eyes rolled in mock sympathy before she spoke. "Must be hard!"

She practically beamed at that slight contact, but she refrained from actually nuzzling her head into her hand. "Well, I do try!" Of course she normally didn't have to try very hard, if only because she tends to be quite friendly with most people she meets.

Her eyes darted to the man to watch for his reaction to getting his head patted, if only because he didn't seem very comfortable with the situation that he's found himself in. "Oh, that's so sweet!" Ecstasy's smile grew at the thought of another sandwich, even though she wasn't a big coffee drinker.

"I'm Ji Haneul," she introduced herself after Sato, her smile bright still.

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[info]buzzhype
2009-02-02 11:44 am UTC (link)
Blink. Blink. Blink.

Had she really just touched him? Had she really just patted his head?

Blink. Blink. Blink.

"Did you? Did you just?"

Taking a deep breath and regaining his composure Telecom just shook his head. That was just a touch over the line, wasn't it? It's not like he went around playing with things on her cell phone, did he? No, he just blocked signal, and that was in the name of self preservation.

"Simon Lorcan," he said, only mildly amused by the fact they were all playing the game of mortal nomenclature.

"I think I'll pass on the sandwich... I really ought to get back..."

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[info]night_yen
2009-02-02 01:09 pm UTC (link)
“You’re worth every bit the effort, I’m sure,” Sato gallantly. Silly banter was fun, appetizing, like a pinch of chili powder in dessert.

Touch helped sometimes. It wasn’t unlike learning something about a dish by gauging its temperature. In truth, Sato couldn’t do much with a fully conscious subject, but centuries of practice had sharpened her instincts to a fine sensitivity. For example, she could now tell that she was dealing with divinity rather than simple immortality.

Yum.

“Actually I do believe I did,” she assured Logan cheerfully. The man’s indignation was sweet, but made the Baku realize that perhaps she gave in a wee bit too much into temptation. Better keep her paws to herself, after all. “But I won’t do it twice without invitation. Again, my apologies.”

She tilted her head, bright and cute. “Are you sure, Mr. Lorcan?” Turning her head slightly, Sato spoke sotto voice to Ji. “Ai, ai, I think this is going to take more than coffee and sandwiches, even great sandwiches. This might even call for…”

Dum dum dum.

“…cake.”

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[info]x_t_c
2009-02-02 08:12 pm UTC (link)
Her eyes darted back and forth between the other two, biting her lips and keeping her mouth shut while they talked. Simon didn't seem very pleased at all, and she tucked her hands behind her back to make sure she didn't make the same mistake Sato did.

Even she was uncomfortable now, and that rarely happened to her.

Of course, at the mention of cake, her eyes lit up all over again. "Oh cake!" She had just turned into the world's largest eight year old. Without really thinking about it, she reached over to curl her hand at Sato's wrist gently.

"C'mon, Mr. Lorcan! We promise not to touch you any more. It'll be fun."

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[info]athena_polias
2009-02-02 12:31 am UTC (link)
Athena felt the immortal presence before she stepped off the train. She glanced around to see if any of her family was there and found that the source of the presence.

She spotted an unknown man against the wall and decided to approach him. Athena wasn't the goddess of wisdom for her lack of curiosity. It wasn't hard to see that he was pleased with himself.

And then her cell went off. In the subway. Interesting. Athena glanced at it, recognized the number, and forwarded it to her voicemail. She loved this new technology.

"Having a good day?" she asked the god.

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[info]buzzhype
2009-02-02 11:50 am UTC (link)
Was he whistling? Why yes, he was. He was tapping his toes, too as the mortals around him responded with glee to the responsiveness of their cell phones.

Up came a goddess who at her very fiber seemed to be old. An oldy but goody, he surmised. At least she was polite.

"Oh, yes, doesn't seem to be too many of those going 'round lately, eh?"

His own iPhone chirped a moment as he habitually glanced at it before replacing it into his pocket.

"So, what brings you down to Times Square?"

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[info]athena_polias
2009-02-02 01:32 pm UTC (link)
"There are never enough good days," she said, the reminder of what exactly was going on with her family flashing into vivid color in her mind. Still, Athena gave the god a small smile, "But there are always plenty of busy ones."

In fact, she had an appointment in a half hour which she really should be heading towards. But with the way he'd been whistling and tapping his toes, the glint of intelligence in his eyes... Athena thought she could spare a few minutes to at least learn his name. "I was just going from here to there," she tilted her head slightly to indicate the direction. "But you don't seem to be going anywhere. Having a party all by yourself, are you?

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