[phone calls OTA] Technical Difficulties

[st_abby]

He'd passed by the alien, gleaming thing in his room a hundred times by now, or nearly must've done, and hardly stopped to examine it. It was strange, but so were most other things in this place. A shiny, awkward looking device attached to the wall by means of a long cable, set on one of the little tables that seemed to litter these rooms. It had neat rows of square buttons with numbers etched on, and a handle, so Vax'ildan had supposed it was meant to work some feature of the room in a way he could scarcely imagine. He didn't want to break it, but eventually the boredom and curiosity got the better of him, much like with the door locks. It would probably fix itself, if it came to that.

After the first few moments spent listening to the monotonous warble that came from the handle, Vax'ildan reached to jab a finger into a button. When it beeped but did no more, he pushed another. And a third...

OOC Note: If you would like a thread with Vax, please leave a top-level comment to this post and he will reply! No need to pre-arrange, but as one does when learning new technology, he may disconnect the call etc. accidentally or your character may tell him to leave them alone in very few words if they so choose - most of these threads are likely to be short.

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[st_abby]

It was too much to be taken in fully at once, and all of it tragedy by one turn or another.

"You've got those grandsons of yours," was all that Vax'ildan could think to say. "Sam and Dean, you called them? It may be a mean comfort, given the rest - but with them, at least, you may have a second chance. That's more than most have here."

[st_udious]

There was a dry sort of laugh that blew out of Henry's nose, a soft huff of acceptance. It wasn't enough, of course. It would've been better if Dean had just let him go back and fix things in the first place. If he died, at least he would've died trying. "It's a selfish sort of second chance, though," he said, looking down at his pen. "No matter what happens here, they still won't know me when I come tumbling out of a hotel room closet in their future. I'm grateful to be alive, Vax'ildan," he said, more using the man's name just to prove he remembered it. "And doing my best to use the skills I have to the benefit of all those stuck here with me regardless of what happens with Sam and Dean."

[st_abby]

"Good news for your neighbors, from the sound of it." Less so for the grandsons, maybe.

"You know, I've heard it said before that wishing someone to live an interesting life is a kind of curse." Vax let a beat pass, but picked up the next. "I'm starting to think that all of us here lead interesting lives."

[st_udious]

"Can't argue with you there," he said and sighed. "Still, I'm sure none of us will run out of stories to tell over drinks. There's got to be some kind of blessing in it."

[st_abby]

"If you find it, let us know," Vax suggested, trying to remember how the random conversation had even come to this.

"Not that it hasn't been 'interesting,' but what do I do to turn off this conversation and have another?" There were dozens more people at the inn needing harassment, after all, and he'd barely begun to work the conversation machine.

[st_udious]

"Just put the receiver back in the cradle where you found it in the first place," he said, shifting in his chair, preparing to be hung up on.

[st_abby]

"Thanks for that," Vax responded brightly, decoding the words well enough to end the call.