IC Contact Post [for savetheearth]

[elfstoned]

Please specify whether it's text, voice or video and the date your message is left!


PERSONAL CELL PHONE: XXX-272-4076

"Aaron Strider. Leave a message."



CLINIC PHONE: XXX-353-7727

"LSR Clinic. Hours are 8AM-10PM weekdays, 10AM-10PM Saturday and Sunday. If this is an emergency, hang up and call 911, or XXX-272-4076. Otherwise, leave your number and a message and your call will be returned tomorrow."

AS OF 2-28-2015, the only way to contact Aaron is through the Network.


NETWORK NUMBER: 43254644263

Comments

Network :: Text :: Feb 27th, late evening.

[arrowpoint]

Dude is everything okay? I saw the news. They're being weird. I texted you a few times today but you didn't answer. Starting to get worried.

Handwritten:

[elfstoned]

I did not answer because only an idiot uses his phone when he's trying to disappear.

Text forever;

[arrowpoint]

Why are you trying to disappear? You mean hide from the cops? Dude this is messed up, why are they saying that stuff? It's not true, right?

Handwritten forever:

[elfstoned]

Of course it isn't. But I don't have time to be arrested right now.

[arrowpoint]

Good point. Is there anything I can do to help you out? You need cash?

[elfstoned]

[Excuse him a moment.

For the past few days, Aaron Strider has been thinking like he's on his own. He has been fighting a paper war with this double that's running around about the paperwork to close the clinic; he's been collecting as much of what he's saved as he can and getting it somewhere he can access and the doppelganger can't; he's dodged arrest and disappeared into the streets and is holed up god knows where in a hoodie and a cloak made by an elf queen wondering what the hell to do --

He's caught off guard.]

Are you serious? I'm a fugitive. That is literally what I am. You don't want to get mixed up in this.

[arrowpoint]

I didn't want to get messed up in numbered stuff either but here I am. If you need it we can find a way to work it out. Honestly I should be in jail if the police knew some stuff so...

What I'm saying is that we share a past life, you know? That means something, and I'm going to help you out if I can. Besides, money can like, make people not see things, sometimes.

[Did you know he was loaded, Aaron?]

[elfstoned]

[There's another silence from the other end. Aaron is realizing that he might not be completely fucked, and that his name might, eventually, get cleared. It's a good feel.]

Let me take a rain check on that. Too much is happening right now. Clearing my name can wait.

I'll be fine until then. When you see me next, I'll be someone else.

Don't call me, I'll call you.

[arrowpoint]

Be someone else? You mean like a code name? I'm cool with that. Do what you have to do.

[There's a pause, and then a moment later.]

But I'm going to keep texting you. Just don't text back. If I stop texting you they might think it looks weird and think I know something. Like in the movies, yeah?

[elfstoned]

I'm not sure even the NSA is paying attention that closely to you, but it couldn't hurt.

[arrowpoint]

No idea what the NSA is but yeah, I'll do that. If you need anything you'll let me know right?

[elfstoned]

You sweet summer child.

I will -- thank you.