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Who: Marty and YOU!
What: For some reason, he can't get the hang of smartphones...
When: 2/20 - 2/22?
Where: Out and about the city.
Warnings: I have no idea.

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There's something about phones that Marty just can't get.

He's grown up with these things as far as he can remember. Everybody who was everybody had a phone; how did you keep in touch with the world? Being in a part of a band required constant communication, being hip with the times. You always had to refresh, making sure that you were on the tip-top of every fashion statement being made, or else you were a laughing stock.

Imagine Marty's embarrassment when a fan asks for a picture (after signing his cast, which was cute), and he doesn't know how to flip the view. After receiving a very strange look, Marty is told that all you have to do is press a button. Pressing the button turns one camera off and turns another one on, and ta-dah! You have a selfie!

Stuff like that always seems to slip his mind. Select something from this menu, press down on that button. It's like everything is being updated way too quickly for him to catch up.

Why try to keep up with something, when it was borderline impossible?

You might find a disgruntled Marty leaning against a building nearby, eyeballing his phone like it was an alien. He tosses it into the air once, twice, and oh look at that. Straight on the floor. After choosing a few choice words from his vocabulary to describe his emotions, Marty straightens up to observe the face of his phone, which is now littered with cracks. To make things better, when he powers it on the screen doesn't show anything but a dirty gray color.

So he just lets it flop back down on the floor. Not like it was much use, anymore. "Perfect." You almost had to be a scientist to figure this stuff out-

- and Marty can picture one. Wild, white hair, huge eyes, and a lot of lightning...-

but where that came from, he didn't know. "Whoa." Maybe the ghost of his old phone was starting to haunt him with these weird visions. Again.

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Marty gives Sabo a humorless kind of smile at that, nodding along in agreement. "Yeah. Tough break." He could add 'literally' to that, but he's already upset enough about the fact that his phone is completely dead. He's not going to rub salt into his own wounds.

At the question, he shrugs, sighs. "I, I don't know. I feel like I keep seein' stuff, y'know? Stuff that doesn't make sense."

A lot of it he feels is bad stuff, because if they find out he's been thinking about things like this, he's in for another world of shit.

He honestly didn't mean it as a pun, but now that he thinks about it could be. But he holds back from smiling because he doesn't want to take it the wrong way. Anyway it seems the phone is still operational... Or at least it still turns on. Getting it to do anything... might be a challenge.

At the guy's statement, though, he blinks.

Seeing things that don't make sense?

"On your phone?" Because if that was true he was kind of wondering where this guy was browsing.

Marty shakes his head at first, looking through the web of cracking that's shown through the screen. If that's not a depressing sight, then nothing is really. "Nah. I mean, kinda? It's not like anything bad, but some stuff I see just makes me think of stuff. Stuff I haven't seen before."

He goes to switch on his phone to give him an example (because maybe it's not just him!) but oh right. Bad screen. Marty gives an annoyed kind of sigh. "Okay, so I'd see a picture of a clock. And the clock would remind me of lightning. And then the lightning would remind me of, of...-"

How to explain it?

"Einstein? Or somebody."

"Yeah... I know what you mean..." He's not sure about Einstein... Though something with wild hair. No... not wild just... big. Very very big. What did that even mean.

"It's like... when you try to remember a dream, isn't it? You can only get..." he holds his hands out, flexing his fingers, as if trying to grab the air or lift it. "...emotion.. or... a sense of...being there before."

He laughs somewhat sheepishly, scratching his cheek.

"But I guess that doesn't make much sense right?"

This guy is nailing this more than Marty is. His eyes light up and he nods a little wildly. "It does! That's it! I mean, I try to remember the shit that's comin' back, but I can't ever get it, y'know? It sucks!" Annnnd, he probably shouldn't be talking about this so loudly. Who knew who was listening?

"So you've been having this stuff too? How often's it coming?"

He offers an excited kind of smile, cocking his head to the side. "Do you see people too?"

He nods slowly. Then shakes his head.

"I see shadows of people. More than that it's something I have to do or...something that I shouldn't have... let go of." He's glad he's not alone in this, though. That he's not quite as crazy as he thought he was.

"It comes in flashes. When I least expect it. It seems pretty arbitrary --but mostly when people talk about family." He laughs a little. "But I guess my background would be enough to give anyone a complex." Right?