Chicago, in the near past.
You don't see people using payphones much nowadays, but they are still around if you look for them.
The drunk sleeping it off in one of the little phone cubicles wakes up and blinks groggily as Epimetheus steps into the next cubicle, picks up the receiver without putting any money in the slot, and says, "Meda."
The phone purrs in his ear. He leans back against the Plexiglass wall and give the drunk a cheery finger-waggle.
The drunk sleeping it off in one of the little phone cubicles wakes up and blinks groggily as Epimetheus steps into the next cubicle, picks up the receiver without putting any money in the slot, and says, "Meda."
The phone purrs in his ear. He leans back against the Plexiglass wall and give the drunk a cheery finger-waggle.

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:D?
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"Thank you. You are the best cousin ever."
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Humility, thy name is . . . not Epimetheus, that's for damn sure.
"How're Stheno and Eurayle?"
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Distantly, there is a yelled 'I heard that'
"- and of course utterly delightful. Making a new chest and it's beautiful."
Making their own furniture is only...practical, really.
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Epimetheus approves of making things, even if he doesn't do it himself anymore.
"Tell them I say hi, yeah?"
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Beat.
"Well, don't I usually?"
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"I'm sure you are."
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He hangs up, tips the drunk a cheery salute, and heads off into the streets of Chicago.