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The breakfast table, 18th Nov.
*Peter wakes early, still bouyed up by the election results and heads downstairs for a cup of tea and a yoghurt. His phone buzzes as the kettle boils. An update from The Machine.
Sipping his tea slowly, he scrolls through the results and nearly spills it everywhere when he reaches The Machine's conclusions, which have been carefully bolded so he can't possibly miss them. A quick enquiry confirms that the results have been double, triple and quadruple checked- there is no uncertainty.
Grinning, he types out a text message.*
Text from 07### ######
John,
your presence is required. ASAP.
-Peter
*He sips his tea again, considering how to procede. A little background music wouldn't go amiss.*
Sipping his tea slowly, he scrolls through the results and nearly spills it everywhere when he reaches The Machine's conclusions, which have been carefully bolded so he can't possibly miss them. A quick enquiry confirms that the results have been double, triple and quadruple checked- there is no uncertainty.
Grinning, he types out a text message.*
Text from 07### ######
John,
your presence is required. ASAP.
-Peter
*He sips his tea again, considering how to procede. A little background music wouldn't go amiss.*
no subject
Peter, what would you like for-
...Peter?
*Sally, unimpressed with John as ever, informs him that Peter has gone home and that he looked somewhat downcast as he left.*
...oh.
Well, I guess that settles that argument, then.
*Everyone in the kitchen gives John a Look.*
Oh very well...
*John gets his phone out to text Peter.*
Text from 078## ######
Peter,
If you would care to return for dinner we would all be very pleased to have you visit again.
-John
no subject
Automated reply: the owner of this phone has gone to sleep and will reply to you at a later date.
no subject
Uncle Peter will not be joining us for dinner.
*The rest of the family either look annoyed or sad.*
...I'll just go and get the take away menus.
*John goes to fetch the menus. When he's sure he's out of earshot, he calls Peter, not expecting to get through. As soon as it goes to voicemail, John hangs up. He tries again, and this time leaves a short apology and an invite to dinner the next night.*
*He then returns to kitchen with the take away menus, ready to order dinner.*
*Once they have eaten, John opens up a few news websites. One story in particular catches his eye.*
Text from 078## ######
Peter,
Congratulations on the new job.
-John
no subject
...he'll reply in the morning.*