07-10-2013, 08:35 PM
Five minutes. Ten plus one at the utmost. That's how long it takes for Jack to text a certain Ravnos of the improbable [if you're a living, breathing woman] wasp-waisted corsets back. The convenient thing about a text is it's a message in a bottle, or rather less. There is no ambient noise, and only spelling counts for anything, and texting culture has assured the world that spelling counts for naught.
Text 1. Very interesting!
Text 2. Meet at [location / time to be determined OOC for max. player ease]? Consider me at your convenience.
Read: Consider him super curious.
Text 3, a little later than the other two. I'll ask a friend.
Text 4, and finally: We may need to trust her natural perspicacity.
By which he means madness.
ooc: I'll touch base with y'all on aim!
Text 1. Very interesting!
Text 2. Meet at [location / time to be determined OOC for max. player ease]? Consider me at your convenience.
Read: Consider him super curious.
Text 3, a little later than the other two. I'll ask a friend.
Text 4, and finally: We may need to trust her natural perspicacity.
By which he means madness.
ooc: I'll touch base with y'all on aim!