The TOS Phone Hell Meme

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#1: Texts From Last Night
#2: Damn you, Autocorrect
#3: Recipient Misfire
#4: Mix & Match
#5: Wildcard


Option One:
Texts From Last Night
You know the drill: RNG, or pick one that tickles your fancy. Post blank and let others text you about their night, or send out a mass text for anyone to reply to by posting a TFLN when you tag the post.

Option Two:
Damn You Autocorrect
We've all done it. Either sit and wait for other people's mistakes to come to you with a blank tag, or take the bull by the horns and make the first move mistake by posting an autocorrect error when you tag the post.

Option Three:
Recipient Misfire
It's just so easy to hit the wrong name in your phone, isn't it? Embarrassment city! ...But is that better or worse than manually inputting the number incorrectly and texting a complete stranger by mistake?

Option Four:
Mix & Match!
Let autocorrect fuck up the TFLN you're sending to the wrong person. Go nuts!

Option Five:
Do Whatever The Fuck You Want
You know what, if none of these ideas are good enough for you, your ass can come up with something else. I don't even care.

[I stole this shit from Bakerstreet; Pretend the communicator somehow does text. I dont know.]

Comments

[to_this_end]

It's Dr. Rush.

That would explain it.

[abetterhappyending]

Yes exactly. Dr Rush.

After a long pause

[to_this_end]

How much have you had to drink?

I think there may be some confusion here.

1/???

[abetterhappyending]

Several glasses? I didn't count.

2/???

[abetterhappyending]

I feel positively giddy.

3/???

[abetterhappyending]

You should come over. I have a second glass.

4/4 done okay

[abetterhappyending]

Dr Rush?

[to_this_end]

Do you really think MORE alcohol is a good idea?

I may be mistaken, but I'm rather sure you sent me a message about oral sex.]

[abetterhappyending]

Yes. I have not performed it on any men before and it is not so openly accepted in my time but it seems to be here? Is that true? If so I am interested in it specfically with you. I find you very handsome.

[to_this_end]

It...depends. It's certainly not considered strange or perverse, but it's not something everyone enjoys. Performing, I mean.

And typically not the first thing one suggests doing.]

[abetterhappyending]

The idea feels very naughty and sinful.

[to_this_end]

It has a certain...dirty in the exciting way connotation to it.

[abetterhappyending]

So you feel the same?

[to_this_end]

Well I'm not going to say I don't enjoy oral sex.

You're right, I need a drink for this.

[abetterhappyending]

Find me ;)

[to_this_end]

Where are you?

[abetterhappyending]

In my room and quite alone.

Moving to action!

[to_this_end]

Well, it would be impolite to leave you to drink alone.

[Maybe it isn't the wisest of decisions, but if nothing else, Maria is clearly intoxicated enough that leaving her to her own devices would be a worse decision. It isn't so great a trip to her room, and despite his hesitation, what man denies a beautiful young woman his company if it's requested?

He's at her door shortly.]

[abetterhappyending]

[ He hears her voice from inside calling out "Just a mo--!" when he knocks, and after some more time and silence, Maria cracks open the door and peeks around it, her hair loose and free now; barely glanced behind the door, too, is that she wears a pale robe with lacy fringe, and from inside the room is the sound of a big band singer, a woman, warbling lowly among the brass and strings.

When she sees him she ducks halfway behind her side of the door, where her fingers wrap around the edge, a smile teasing along her mouth -- her cheeks are rosy from the alcohol and she's decidedly more free in her movements and expressions from it. a schoolgirl, again. ]

[to_this_end]

[It isn't a side of Maria he's seen more than a few glimpses and flashes of. Clearing his throat, still flustered, and nods in greeting.]

Ms. Carbonell.

[Though he supposes they're on a first name basis, all things considered.]

[abetterhappyending]

Dr. Rush. [ Maria dips in a curtsy, her fingers tightening on the door briefly to keep from tilting, though it's not nearly as graceful or smooth as it'd be otherwise. Then she smiles at him, cheekily and chin lifted. ] Should I let you in?

[to_this_end]

If you'd like.

[This is unsteady ground. She's been drinking and she isn't entirely herself...but he can't help but note how lovely she looks, in her robe and with her hair unbound.]

You implied my company would be welcome, after all.

[abetterhappyending]

Did I? Hm.

[ But she steps aside and opens the door for him. Aside from the robe, which she hasn't tied closed, she's only in a thin baby blue nightgown with a cut low enough to show the iron-forged cross necklace she always wears; the ends of it and the robe flutter around her ankles as she moves. ]

[to_this_end]

I believe so.

[He enters with another clearing of his throat, trying not let his eyes linger. He's only a man, after all, and Maria's sleepwear is a good deal more revealing than what he's used to seeing her wear.]

Something about a drink?

[abetterhappyending]

Oh! There. On -- on the table.

[ She waves a self-manicured hand over to the low-risen table before the sofa she's set up at; there, an empty wineglass sits on one corner and another with a stained rim from repeated use is on the opposite. Between them is the wine: red, an old year, expensive. A taste developed from years past.

Once the door shuts behind her she sort of just falls back against it, effectively shutting him in with her, unstable on her feet, and she twists a curl of hair around her finger while watching him. ]