00 - Exit Enter

[has_signed_on]

Let's see, now what will this do? [Interested in your mansions? Nope! Izaya is messing with the communicator, tapping on it to figure it out. He continuously checks between it and his phone, trying to find a similarity.] Hmm, still no signal. But this one has a network, so how do I sign on?

[The screen suddenly goes black and Izaya makes a noise of surprise. Hello there Audio.]

Oops, was that streaming video feed?

[He's not just satisfied with this though and after a moment even the audio cuts out in what would presumably be for Text. He most likely spends his time pressing more buttons until the video kicks back up.]

How nifty. I guess. Now how does this find me some answers, I wonder...~

Comments

[AUDIO because he's too embarrassed for video since that last event]

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

You're gonna get like, a million people giving you answers here, but you totes aren't gonna like 'em.

[Audio]

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

There's a million people here? Really?

[Audio]

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

Um, no? Duh. I like, meant it as, y'know, one of those things. Hyper-whatever.

[Audio]

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

Hyperactive?

...Hyper...mania~?

Hyperbole?

[Audio]

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

Yeah, like, that one. I think.

[Audio]

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

So let's say this figurative million people give me a figurative...oh, two million answers because I ask each of them two questions.

Will I not like them because they're lies or...?

[Audio]

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

Well, some people will probably lie to mess with you, but mostly you just won't like them 'cause the situation's kinda lame.