kenoma | the yassification begins, voice

[oomfies]

[ Hello everybody, are you ready for the wildest thing to hit your brain this afternoon? It's Lottie! This time not giving in and resorting to text, and post giving herself the pep talk of her life to introduce this idea to all her fellow baddies™ (literally). ]

Hii! Hope I'm not interrupting anything by posting this since I know we're all busy adjusting. I'm Lottie Person, and I was thinking over some things about the war and all that stuff..

We really need to start working on our image. If we want to make sure people don't leave and join the other side, or think we're bad people, we have to rebrand. Thankfully, I'm pretty experienced in PR [ she isn't ] so I'm putting this thing together for the Regent.

Soo, send me your best selfie!

Thanks. TTYL!

[ Yes, you WILL hear a kissie sound at the end of this post. ]

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[semicharmed]

[ One might get the sense that Matt's been ... psychically lurking, through some of these conversations. He's unsure what he has to offer combatively speaking, and even less sure that anyone would want to hear from him.

But if beautiful Lottie (also known as just Lottie) is asking him for a selfie--well, that's only as fraught as Tinder used to be. So Matt tries to channel his psychic focus towards projecting his self-conception into an image.

... Oh God, not that one.

Here we go! ]

Sorry, the second one is my submission. Psychic communication is ... only selectively my forte.

[oomfies]

[ This is.. An interesting misfire, if only because Lottie was instinctually expecting a selfie and got. Well, an interesting perception of the self?? Is that how she should phrase it? A good concept for a shoot, too, she decides after lingering on the first photo for a moment. ]

It's no problem! Psychic communication is new to me, too. Haven't been without a phone like this in years..

[ Understatement of the century! ]

Nice pic, though. [ She draws back to the second picture, brows raising at his choice of fashion but in a less judgmental way, more huh, wow, alright. ] The sweater vest is cute?

[semicharmed]

God, right? [ comes Matt's immediate, commiserating psychic reply. ] I mean, I'm sure tech companies back home would have loved to put SIM cards directly into our brains, but the technology never got to that point.

[ There's a pause, before a laugh comes through the connection. If it sounds tinny and self-conscious, it's only because Matt's not totally sure how to purposefully share something like this. He normally laughs without thinking. ]

... Thank you, [ he adds. ] Honestly, I haven't worn one in years. I guess they're in a lot of family photos, though. Were in.

[oomfies]

[ Oof. Lottie sure did walk into that one! The past tense makes her pause, if only because she figures it's just a resource thing (no CVS available to print out photos, she gets it). Until she remembers that were really is, 'were in', does she laugh awkwardly to herself. ]

I mean, maybe the Regent won't say anything next family dinner?

[semicharmed]

[ For his part, Matt feels like he's the one who walked into it. Why bum people out more than necessary, when they have a plan (a very fuzzy plan) to set things right (or at least reset them)?

Luckily, he's shocked right out of what promises to turn into a genuine gloom by the phrase "family dinner." He laughs again--this time utterly unpracticed, and weirder for it. The sound, in Lottie's head, may come across less like the auditory experience of laughter, and more like the electrical-chemical processes that go off in the brain when laughter happens. Spark and swell. ]

Is that what we're calling those?

I guess they did say we're all "kindred" ...