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[pridegoesbefore]

[Minimal exploration of her surroundings yielding nothing more than a generalised map of the area in her head, Narcissa gives up on hoping the castle is anything remotely similar to Hogwarts and opts to investigate her smartphone away from prying eyes.

Or so she believes.

Niches in semi-abandoned castles don't tend to serve as displays for long legs crossed at the ankle, and if other explorers - or simply the curious - were to take a closer inspection, they'll discover a blonde head bent over the infernal device, artlessly tumbled curls concealing an expression of extreme irritation.]

Oh, for Merlin's sake. Work, you horrid thing.

[She's not one for technology, and has only succeeded in making it beep plaintively at her. Assistance would be welcomed, though she may not say so.]

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[songulen]

[It's going to take more than sheer annoyance to keep Turkey walking.] Ya okay there?

[pridegoesbefore]

[A huff of air pushes a recalcitrant lock of hair away from her eyes as she glances up at him. Her fingers close around the phone in a death grip.]

Perfectly fine.

[Oh, the lies we'll tell today!]

[songulen]

[Turkey's eyebrows go up behind his mask.]

Doesn't sound like it.

[He's spotted the phone, though - and that white-knuckled grip. That can't be good. He nods toward it, leaning in to show she has his attention.]

Yer phone givin' ya trouble?

[pridegoesbefore]

[One of hers lifts slightly. A mask? Indoors?]

Well, I am.

This device is defective, however.

[She can't work it, therefore it's broken. Narcissa Logic.]

[songulen]

[Some people like sunglasses and hats indoors. Turkey, on the other hand...] Suit yerself.

Yeah? Why, what's it doin' that ya don't want it to?

[Turkey would agree with that logic, but his phone's working just fine. As far as he knows they all got the same model, and that along with the weirdness with people arriving from different times and her calling it a 'device'... eh, maybe whoever dumped them here should've invested in a bunch of instruction manuals or something.]

[pridegoesbefore]

[...has idiosyncrasies. Noted.]

Well. It's not doing anything at all. It beeps occasionally, but to no particular rhythm nor for any reason I can discern.

[Instructions would have been wonderful. She knows it's for communication, that much is easily realised. The how seems to have escaped her, and she's not one to simply ask for the help she needs outright.]

[songulen]

Uh huh.

Ya wanna hand it over and let me show ya how to use it? I think ya'd know if someone tried to call ya, so it's probably only messages or a low battery yer saddled with.

[pridegoesbefore]

Oh.

I see.

[Call. Messages. Battery.

Narcissa gives the phone a dubious look, then offers it to him. Her eyes, if he cares to read her expression, say something along the lines of "helpmehelpmeohgod", though her posture remains haughty.]

I suppose it can't hurt.

[songulen]

Nah. Anyway, it's weird, but not too difficult once ya get used to it. S'handy, too.

[It's a pretty basic run-through Turkey gives her - this button answer calls, that one ends them, this is what you press to get to your voicemail or your inbox - whatever she might immediately need. He's not going to show her how to play Snake when she can barely handle taking a look around, for crying out loud.

He's not brainless enough to ask for her name without offering his own, either, so he shows her how to reach the contacts list, scrolling down to his own name and tapping at it: Türkiye, Turkey, all in proper type.]

That's my name there.

[He hands the phone back, sitting back on his heels and giving her a bit more space.]

Try givin' it a call - I got mine here, we'll see just how broken yer phone really is.

[pridegoesbefore]

[It's not a difficult concept, learning to use the phone - and it's straightforward enough, but it is a new one, and Narcissa pays attention despite her mistrust of the device.

The difference between voicemail and inbox is initially lost on her until he shows her the text function, and the list of everyone's names is very useful, even if just to identify the number of captives here with her. She's not sure she'll have need of them all.

Blue eyes focus on his name on the small screen, then glance up to his masked face, matching the two in her head.

Call him? Right. It can't be that hard.]

Well... alright... [An elegant finger hesitantly follows his instructions for calling, and she's visibly startled, though it's swiftly hidden, when his phone lights up with her name and a tinny tune.]

Ugh. That's horrid.