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[disdainfully]

✆ THORSSON's hardware
You have reached Thorsson's hardware, my name is Dory Valin. What can I do for you?

✆ the Thorsson residence
You have reached the private number of Þórir, Mardís, Jón, Albin. Filbert, Killian and whoever else happens to be home right now. If you are calling for business matters, please call xxx-xxxx-xxx instead. If not, please record your message after the tone and you will hear from us.

✆ Thorir's mobile
Hello, this is Þórir.

And the network options
✆ voice | ✉ text | ➲ video

Comments

[disdainfully]

What is it?

[arrowpoint]

Okay so, I just got a call from my Mom. She's kind of pissed about what I've been spending on hotel rooms and stuff. Not that we can't afford it but she said something about limits and responsibility and I don't know I kind of tuned out... long story sh-- [Wait. Let's not say "short."] ...In a nutshell, I was wondering if maybe I could kind of crash at your mountain...

[disdainfully]

We have enough space for every numbered to claim a house, if necessary. Or you could see if someone wants to share with you, the houses aren't all that small.

So yes. You may, if you don't wander off alone again. We are still working on getting signal in here.

[...]

Will you tell your mother where you're staying?

[arrowpoint]

Trust me, I don't want a repeat of what happened.

[He'd...try.]

Uhhhhh... I think she'd kind of flip if I had to explain so...

[That would be a no.]

[disdainfully]

What will you tell her?

[On the one hand he's not actually fond of Liam, on the other hand ...there are a lot of things, stuck somewhere between corporate business and this is Ariel's friend and I thus I should make sure that he doesn't get into too much trouble because it'll affect the family.]

[arrowpoint]

I guess I'll tell her that I'm staying with... friends. ...kinda.

[Not exactly a lie? Granted Liam had some lingering issues with Dwarves and he had been a real dick to them, but... "shared past life buddies" doesn't exactly sit well on the normal scale.]

[disdainfully]

[It's neither an absolute lie (after all, for what Thorir knows, Ariel and Liam are friends) nor something that would endanger the hide-out, so Thorir approves. Good thought, Liam, A+. You just put a first plus sign on Thorir's mental estimation of yourself.]

That will work.

If you ever need Mardís to talk to her, just mention it to me. [The women are at better terms than Thorir and Liam's uncle by far...]

[arrowpoint]

Oh...um, thanks.

[He wasn't really expecting the offer, but it was a good thought in case his mom caught onto things.]

Is it okay if I bring Jack?

[disdainfully]

Only if you absolutely make sure that he stays in the safe areas.

[He doesn't want to responsible for the death of someone's pet. And once again wishes that dwarves would have more sense for building safety.]

[arrowpoint]

No, seriously, I wouldn't let anything happen to Jack. He's my best bro.

So is the plumbing working or should I be prepared to do things camping out style?

[disdainfully]

It's a dwarven mountain.

The plumbing is more reliable than human plumbing, judging by what I've seen so far, and we installed electricity - the capacity is a bit limited, so no electric heating. There are internet options, and we're still working on mobile signal.

[arrowpoint]

...Well, it's not like I could know that dude. It's a fair question.

Okay, good to know. I guess I'll have to head out to a cafe or something to do work. I need the internet for that, but that's cool. Um...

[He hesitates.]

So, like... would I have to live deep down in there?

[disdainfully]

You could have remembered it by now.

We have internet. Just no signal for your mobile, so as long as you use skype, you can even phone from here. [Stop implying that their little colony isn't well equipped :||||| aka sounding a bit irate.

Or anything but a nice place to live.] It's above ground. There's just a lot of stone still above you. We haven't yet ventured much below the level of the ground of the city.

[arrowpoint]

Well, yeah, I guess technically it's above ground just...

[Sigh. It's not like he wanted to admit it or offend the the person in charge of where he'd be living.]

No offence to you or your mountain, but I get like, claustrophobic or something if I can't see light. It freaks me out.

[disdainfully]

Sunlight, I assume? It's like being in a very large building but too far inside to see real windows - think of a ballroom or entrance hall in one of the upper-class hotels in Locke, or the gambling halls here in Las Vegas, or a movie theatre.