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Hello. You've reached the voicemail and/or inbox of YoRHa Unit 9S. Currently he is unavailable to answer your query. Please leave your contact information and he will reply within 24 hours. Thank you for your co-operation.

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From username: 2B | text

[historyrepeating]

9S, this is 2B.

Have you met the minimum requirement for sexual partners this cycle?

un: 9S | text

[callmenines]

It was three, right? Then yeah, I have.

_{[If getting his ass handed to him by A2 counts.]}

text | un: leonhart

[lyingheart]

[ Tools are meant to be used. Not in the grand, manipulating people to be tools manner; that's also true to an extent, but she can see it as the bullshit it is, too. So not those kinds of tools. The communicator, however, is a tool with a function she's made herself familiar with. The typing, henpecked as it is, has come faster and faster, and not having to moderate her tone of voice, not having to use it like the phones she does know from back home, makes it easier. She doesn't even remember the proper term for the moving-picture version of communication, only seen it, and interacted with it, and found it ultimately frustrating.

She thinks about the people she knows who have demonstrated one of several things: an understanding of the technologies here, a willingness to engage, a directness that makes them easier to deal with. She can frame the question she has using that time between studying texts trying to tell her how the law works on the streets of the Down, and the weight of another uniform closest to anything she's qualified to wear.

Help navigate the system by understanding the system. It's why she'll be wearing another uniform, no more believing the ideas and ideals behind it than anything else in her life, by the next month. Move how she can, in places where people aren't looking quite so keenly. The technology is part of this system, and it's there that she's not learning fast enough on her own. ]

Nines,

I'm contacting you to see if you'd be open to working out some kind of exchange of services. I'm from a world that doesn't have the equivalent technology that's here, and my knowledge of how to use it is not keeping pace with the amount there is to learn. I'd have to hear what services would be of use to you in return, [ because she does not have the information to make those guesses on her own; ] but if that's an exchange that might be of value to you, contact me at your soonest convenience.

Regards,
Annie Leonhart

un: 9S | text

[callmenines]

<sub>[It's a text he's honestly not expecting, but it has him smiling regardless, right from the onset thanks to the use of his nickname. He can't help but reply back quickly, doing his best to not come off as too excited.

Yeah, he probably doesn't do a good job of it.]</sub>

Oh hey Annie!

Sure, I wouldn't mind teaching you what I know. Also don't worry too much. I don't really need anything in return - getting to help you out is enough! ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

[ontune]

9S.

It's nearly the end of the month.

We should meet up as soon as possible.

[ TO FUCK ]

[callmenines]

_{[Ah...a booty call. Right. He agreed to this.]}

Oh, Lady One! It's nice to hear from you!

Sure, if you'd like. Where would you like me to meet you?

voice; un: audtiore

[collectsfeathers]

9S.

[Lord this is difficult. But he had told A2 he would do it and so he is.]

May I have a moment?

Re: voice; un: audtiore

[callmenines]

<sub>[9S has consumed the entire box of baked goods that A2 brought him and has watched a whole season of Duplicity's version of Great British Bake off. He thought this would help but he still feels off. On edge. #Shook if you will. The sudden call and unfortunately familiar voice has him startling so much that in his scramble for the device he falls off the couch.

Oops.]</sub>

...Yes?

_{[His voice is cautious and quiet. Tired even. Why was he calling him? Hadn't he told him to fuck off?]}

The day after androidgate

[historyrepeating]

9S.

Are you currently at home?

[callmenines]

_{[For some reason he's dreading this message and he's Not Sure why.]}

Yeah, I am. What's up, 2B?

text!! un: volare

[howexciting]

[9S receives a text that is also forwarded to 2B, which reads simply:]

Ezio is with me. I am speaking with him now. Please be patient.

[Sudden, perhaps, but Leonardo still felt it necessary to warn 9S, since Ezio allowed him to read the entirety of their conversation on Dub.]

un: 9S

[callmenines]

_{[Unfortunately 9S' answer comes much later - like a day later, as he was busy for the rest of the evening eating cupcakes and messing around with A2. When he does decide to look at his device again he's a little confused by the unfamiliar username, but replies anyway when he reads the message.]}

I'm afraid I'm not sure who this is...but he apologized to me, so I'm going to assume everything is sorted and I should probably be thanking you in advance.

un: @EDEN

[lacks]

9S. I find myself missing you quite often.

[callmenines]

_{[Wtf is this shit...is this a joke?]}

What do you mean? Why would you miss me?

text

[kamskitests]

The last we spoke, we discussed the correlation between your love for chocolate and something pleasurable like sex.
I'd like to make you an offer.

[callmenines]

_{[Not a message he was expecting in his inbox but it's okay. Despite their brief interactions 9S has always found the man interesting, for multiple reasons.]}

We did, yes. What is it?

misfire event; @jelmazmo

[dorzalta]

[ Hi 9S, you didn't want a photo of Dany unintentionally sent to you, right?

Pretend she's actually got silver hair, not brown ]

[callmenines]

_{[Ah. He wasn't expecting this in his inbox by any means. Sure, she looks beautiful and the photograph has nice lighting but what?]}

While I do think this is a lovely picture of you...I'm not sure if you meant to send this to me. However if you did, is there some way I can be of service to you?

[historyrepeating]

If you're not busy meet will you meet me at the following position?

[The place in question is... a small cafe in the Up.

Weird.]

[callmenines]

<sub>[He isn't busy. When is he ever busy anymore? Busy usually involves doing a task that's productive and has a bigger, larger purpose. Most of the things he entertains himself with lately lack both of these stipulations. So, is he busy, laying on the couch and watching Pascal the roomba suck up crushed crackers he deliberately has dumped on the floor?

Absolutely not.]</sub>

Hm? Oh sure. I'm not busy at all. Why? What's up 2B?

photo | un: jehanne (sent between jan. 21st and feb. 4th) | nsfw!

[likeavierge]

[the photo reveals an elegant, shiny and mirrored master bathroom with a posh shower enclosure and a simplistic but expensive-looking vanity just out of frame. what takes center stage, however, is jeanne's completely nude body. her skin is flushed and dewy from a recent shower, with beads of moisture clinging to the line of her neck, rolling down the finely shaped contours of her abdomen and along her thighs, drawing attention to the delicate pink folds of her vulva. the ample swell of her soft breasts brings the eye to nipples raised and rosy with color, and the saint herself is incredibly embarrassed—even shy—just to be naked, let alone doing something that makes it impossible to ignore her sexuality. she's blushing deeply and her eyes glance off to the side, unwilling to stare directly at the full frontal nudity the camera captures.

behind her, the mirrored wall surrounding the vanity reflects a clear image of the other side of her body, and here the true purpose of the photograph might be more obvious: a red, extravagant, tattooed symbol resembling angel wings covers most of jeanne's back between her shoulder blades. in fact, the angle of the shot and her positioning seem designed mainly to expose this insignia in its entirety. one hand drags her long, wet hair over her shoulder and out of the way to better flaunt it.

or, the recipient could think she just wants to show them all of her naked body. up to the recipient.]

[callmenines]

<sub>[THIS IS...DEFINITELY NOT what he was expecting to see when he saw a notification on his phone from Jeanne. He had expected maybe a hello or her asking him how he was but not this. Immediately he can feel himself overheating at the sight of her nude body on his screen, his face flushed red as coolant rushes to the area in an attempt to dissipate heat. It's not that he hasn't seen her naked before, they had been together after all, but this is...

Well. It's a lot.

After a few minutes he taps out a reply, but not after saving the image to the device directly.]</sub>

You look very beautiful in the picture you sent, Jeanne. Is there something I can do for you?

_{[Why else would she be sending him a picture if she didn't want feedback or something from him, right?]}

post-dated to the 21st; mistext; un: l.borgia

[pontificus]

[His device will ding with a picture of someone he's never actually met, but she's laid out on a very luxurious couch, gold embroidered with too stuffed pillows sitting around her. Her gold hair is down, and she's sitting comfortably like she's posing for something.

Only she is completely naked, legs just slightly parted though never enough to be graphic. Blonde curls are just over her breasts like a curtain that has just a sneaking bit of pink from her nipples poking out.]

[callmenines]

_{[She looks like a goddess, is the first thing he can think of when he receives the picture, at least that's what he's thinking once he's got his systems under control. After a few moments he finds himself texting back, unable to help wonder why he would be sent such a picture in the first place.]}

It's a very beautiful picture of you. Thank you for sharing it with me.

un: aphrodite | text

[wingstosee]

[ 9s, what are you doing with your day? going about your everyday business? just android things? awesome. have the most goddamn tasteful, consensual nude shot of venus from the hips up imaginable. she is smiling shyly. her breasts are bared, with her arms up and behind her head. the light is filtering in over her from venetian blinds, and - hold it, one moment - yes, it seems the picture's even been color-balanced in post-production. yes, this is a quality nude, toe to tip.

there's no text to go along with it. just a single image. what do??? ]

[callmenines]

_{[Why do people keep fucking sending him tiddy pics? He didn't ask for these!! Not that...he's complaining (and nothing is stopping him from saving them immediately either) but honestly? What? Why is he getting a picture of this from Venus?]}

While I do think you're very beautiful in the photograph you've sent me, was there something I could do for you?

[datanalyst]

[ Continued from here. ]

[ Jurisdiction. That was an interesting way to approach it. She files it as a possible solution while putting as much of it out of her current thoughts as she can. ]

Impossible, but necessary.

[ As much as she wants to throw this briefcase full of information away, she knows she'll have to unpack it and deal with it later. ]

[callmenines]

You know it's okay to bend the rules a little, right?

_{[Not that she ever would. She's far too rigid for that. He gently gives her another look over but keeps it surface level. She seems to be faring a bit better now, even if the virus scare came out of nowhere.]}

How are you feeling?

somewhere between orientation and fort sexcamp ???

[jupitersfortune]

[Well, that was embarrassing. And a lesson in why you should really just get up and talk to people instead of texting them from the same dang apartment, probably. It was supposed to be less awkward than asking face to face...

6O peeks out of the room she shares with 21O. Sounds like the TV's on, so she heads for the living room, her steps quiet with her boots off. Here goes...]

Hey, 9S? I wanted to ask you something.

[callmenines]

_{[Her approach is nearly silent, but 6O's presence is detected simply by the electromagnetic field she gives off. Currently 9S is watching a show on penguins and the long and arduous journey they take for their migration. He's found it gripping, to say the least. Penguins don't need his attention right now and as soon as he hears 6O addressing him he tilts his head up to look at her from his spot on the sofa. As always she gets a smile. It's hard not to smile at her when she's always so pleasant.]}

Oh hey, sure. What's up?

text;

[licking]

Hello, Nines?

I think I owe you an apology.

text;

[callmenines]

Oh hey Connor.

An apology? What for?

un: wonderland

[chores]

9S. Hi, it's Kara.
I wanted to let you know I'll be attempting to make some new recipes today.
Just in case you wanted to stop by.

[callmenines]

Oh hey Kara.
Sure, I'd love to.
What are you thinking of making?

text ; + attachment

[panthered]

NINES I NEED YOUR HELP
CAN YOU SEE ME????

[ Attached is a picture… of a park bench. It's a nice bench. But it's not Ann. ]

[callmenines]

I just see a bench?

[panthered]

Are you seeing this stuff on the network??

[callmenines]

Sure am. It's pretty concerning.

action!!

[panthered]

[ Ann closed her messenger after making plans to meet up with someone in need of supplies. This whole war thing was exhausting, and she was running herself ragged roaming the Down as Panther, but… for the first time in a long time, she felt useful. Needed. Like she wasn't just sitting around biding her time until an opportunity to make change showed itself. People needed help, and she could provide it. So even if she was exhausted, when someone called for her— she would go.

Which was why she was getting ready to suit up and make her way back down there, to hopefully make another run for supplies and help redistribute them among those who needed them. She shot a quick text to 9S—

Not feeling so good, think I'm gonna just head to bed. Night, Nines. ♥

—before pocketing her phone and changing into Panther. As she made her way over to the window, swinging it open, she looked back at the door, briefly considering locking it. 9S had seen her dragging her feet around the apartment earlier, so he'd probably believe her that she was just tired, or something. She'd looked the part, anyway. She decided against it as she slipped one leg through the window and onto the fire escape. He'd probably never even notice she was gone.

…right? ]

[callmenines]

<sub>[It's silly really, for her to think he'd get a message like that and just leave things alone. Instead he decides, because again, he's nosy and curious and worried.

So of course he moves to knock on the door and after a second of no response pokes his head in.]</sub>

Hey sorry for bugging you but is there anything I can ge- w-woah?! Ann?! What are you doing?!

_{[Not only that but...what are you wearing?!]}

[a2brutus]

Happy creation day.

If I'm right about it, anyway. We should celebrate.

[callmenines]

Oh, thanks A2. Yeah, you're right it's my Rollout date.
You want to? That'd be kind of nice. Last year this time we were being dragged to that military facility...