Room 232, Wednesday afternoon

[unddann]

Lola was bored. Bored enough, in fact, to end up calling her mom, just to talk.

"//. . . No, Mom, it's fine, I'm -- I didn't run away, I went to school. . . . No, Mom, I -- No, Mom -- You don't -- you and Papa -- are you drink -- no, of course not -- that's not how it -- will you just -- don't -- Mom . . . Mom. . . . Mom. . . . just --" It wasn't going well. "HALT DIE KLAPPE!!"

Her voice hit a particularly piercing, high note on the last short "e" of the conversation as Lola let her frustration take over. Fortunately, the damage seemed to limit itself to just the glass in her framed picture of her parents shattering.

And, you know, possibly her mother's ear drum.

She hung up and pitched the phone across the room. Great, now she was bored and angry.

[ooc: door and post are open.]

Comments

[techno-tosh.livejournal.com]

"1992," Tosh replied. "I thought I was traveling to a new country. A new time was not supposed to be a part of the deal. I'm not complaining, though. The technology of this time is much more advanced."

[unddann]

Lola nodded quickly. "I was one year old, when you are from because my mun is lame and time shifted me, the bitch. It must be very different."

[techno-tosh.livejournal.com]

"I'd be in my thirties now," Tosh said. That was just weird to think about.

[unddann]

"There's a boy here from 1994, I think. And others from 1970s. You shouldn't feel old."