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[All Text messages, Emails, Notes, and recorded Holos can be sent to this box. Please post here only through IC means in order to get a hold of Claudio for private or personal reasons. Thank you.]

[This is a connection directly to his NetVice. If he is busy on the other line it will ring four times before going to a phone message. Otherwise it works much like Network recordings and videos]

[If you get his voice mail it will simply say:]

This is Claudio. Leave a message and I'll get back to you if I can.

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[Good. He likes that sound.]

You know... [Claire... could do that, couldn't she?] Never mind. Where did cheerleaders come into this anyhow?

...Right. [Pop culture divide.]

Actually wasn't as out of left field as it sounded. Comic. Funny, in the 'if you quote it you end up on the school watch list a little faster' kind of way.

[Excuse him for not being awesome like you. Exposure does wonders.]

School watch list? [He snorted] Do they let you know you're on that list or is it just a secret assumed list?

...It's this thing. Teachers get paranoid, they have a group of kids they keep an eye on.

You can guess if you're on it cause you get called in to the councilor's office a lot more than other people.

Ah...

Well...

I might have been on one, if my school had one. I don't know. I never really liked school. Waste of time. [He only stayed cus... well he was pretty good in it, and his mom would have a fit... and Newo.]

It was fine.

They just didn't like me.

[....That could possibly sound more bratty and vicious, but it would take a little effort. And by a little, I mean a lot. ]

...There's...not a lot out tonight.

[Sounds a little confused by the fact that he's not had to pause in an alley until something's passed or go boggart at something for a little while.]

Being liked in school wasn't part of the package deal I hear.

[He frowned at that last part though.] I have a few creepies around here. Nothing too bad. Seems normal so far. Where are you at anyhow? Maybe it's a slow hour.

More than half way to work. Normally I'd have hit something by now.

[Something just feels OFF as hell and it's BOTHERING him. He can't put a finger on it.]

I'm...I'm probably wrong.

I doubt it's anything. Just a lucky day on the way to shitty work. Maybe when you get there things will be good as well. Promotion even though you're late kind of thing.

[He doesn't sound so confident thought. Hmm]

....Me? Lucky? ...Yeah. Right.

[He sounds distracted. Because SOMETHING is poking at the back of his head telling him something's up but he can't get a grip on it. It's really irritating.]

Never know. [A pause, then a snort] Only you would would complain about an easy trip to work. [Words. He will eat them later, wont he?]

There's such a thing as 'too easy'. Silence in the trash compactor is a bad sign.

[Doesn't bother to clarify further.]

...It's not that it's- Powers can't itch, but that's the best word I can...

Dude. I'm probably just...Probably nothing.

[Silent a moment. This was a strange conversation.]

Nothing? Like... there's really nothing around? Man how long you going to take to get to work. [That would be the sound of Claudio feeling a little on edge now.]

...Told you. It's nothing. I'm just on edge. That's-

[Trauma pauses and his voice distorts slightly....Yes, someone just activated his powers because he was feeling off and nervous.]

...That's all.

[He's also lying when he's saying it's nothing. But he thinks he's just about to run into a darkness monster.]

[He was silent for a moment, clearly frowning. Moving no less. He'd gone inside now, because something was bugging Trauma, so for some reason he wanted to go back inside to ... well to make things easier, not that it mattered. He saw in the stairwell inside to the roof access and sat down again, frowning.]

If you say so. Try to hurry your slow ass up and get to work. Let them fire you, go take a nap, then come home when it's daylight.

[He scoffs, and nods even though it can't really be seen. Even twitchy and actively searching out with his powers...he's still up for sarcasm.]

Okay, Dr. Phil. Sure.

Should be there in less than ten.

[Hey! He knows that one.... only cus they have called him that one before. Asshole. BUt he just gave a small grunt, leaning on his knees and talking through his NV ear piece]

Good. So when you get fired, want me to come get you? We can take a trip to the underground for the night and find you a real job.

[What do you know? That actually sounds like a really fucking good plan. And Even though his voice is still doing the crazy distorted thing, he sounds pleased.]

Sure, man. I'll call.

And then you can leave whatever lame note I come up with on the bosses desk, just to freak him out. Make him think the building's haunted.

Sounds like a good plan. [Yeah, he doesn't like it when Trauma gets that sound to his voice. There must be a monster coming around? He wasn't sure, but he held on.]

I can move shit around and make him think it's the ghost of Trauma there to haunt him for being a jerk. You know, rattle some blinds, move the stapler, throw a few papers here and there. Could be fun.

[It's hard to sound almost wistful when you sound like you're running your voice through a distortion program, but he manages it.]

Ghost of a million memos to the staff that none of us ever read.

[There's a pause.]

...There hasn't been anyone talking about weird monster shit in sector four, right?

Yeah, yeah, that could be a plan.

[Still... not... liking the voice thing.]

Not that I know of. Hasn't been much talk of any one area. Little weird things here and there but nothing too new. Is... is that what you're thinking? I mean that's what's going on? Your voice is doing that thing again...

[Matter of factly.] Yeah. It is.

[Pause]

...Claudio? I'll call you back. Later. I...

[Something is bothering him...Or it was bothering him and actually makes him sure there's something wrong when he notices some weird light further up the street.]

You alright? [Yeah, that sounded worried now. To the point sir, are you alright? cus he's going to not be cool with you not being... you know... alright]

Yeah. Fine.

I'll call. Later.

[Said in something of a rush, and then the feed clicks off. ]

Yeah alri--[He frowned, pulling his NV up to stare at the disconnected notice. He stood up, paced a bit, then returned down to the apartment, volume up on his NV and waiting. No work tonight? Fine, he'd watch a movie and wait.]

[It was most likely nothing. Just an over active imagination. Still... bastard needs to hurry up and call back. Just in case.]

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[video/left as if a video voicemail when Dio didn't pick up instantly]