I need Knox's 4th. | Open
Over a month had passed since Dlanor found herself in Hive City, and while she had somewhat adapted to her new life in this fragment, things were still far from feeling normal. Not that the child was openly complaining; far from it, in fact. Part of her had to admit that being in this strange city was not without its perks. Though she wouldn't voice it, this was far more entertaining than being back in Heaven doing paperwork, and some of the citizens were actually quite nice to be around. Being in the Hive was the closest to a normal life Dlanor had experienced in a long time.
But there were also plenty of confusing aspects of this so-called new life, technology in particular. Dlanor was no fool, so she had managed to get a grasp of most things quite easily. Heaven was, for lack of a better word, almost archaic in comparison to this place, however, and her cellphone was proving the strangest so far.
She HAD figured out it was a phone as soon as it had been given to her, but most of the object's functions were still lost to her. Not that she had actually bothered with it for long, either way; she didn't fancy talking over the phone when she could just do so face-to-face. But she had seen plenty of the residents making good use of it and she she wished to learn.
It didn't exactly go as planned. It wasn't until she had accidentally called a complete stranger that she found the contact list, though she dared say she felt a little overwhelmed by the length of it. So, right now, the child could do nothing but stare in frustration at her phone, grumbling and gently stomping the floor. "Why can't they just use letters INSTEAD..." She needed Gertrude lest she throw a fit.
