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[While Coby is lacking when it comes to fully understanding how private filters work despite their ease of use in most circumstances, his concerns about their necessity rarely ever overlap in that same vein. So, when he decides to orient a message towards a handful of people all at once for the sake of catching their attention, he doesn't realize how an already rude concept can get progressively worse when introduced to everyone else, especially those not particularly involved.

Particularly as he turns on his camera in starting a video post, sticks two fingers in his mouth and releases an inhuman, extremely loud and even more shrill whistle from his lips.]

I have an announcement for my few students among you.

[Was it mentioned that this was done at 2AM?]

In 0300 hours, I'll be commencing a Virtual Reality Session which will entail experiences from a war you may never have heard of in history. As we've experienced the United Earth gaining superhuman abilities well beyond our scope, I believe this time of turmoil may be put into perspective if you experience something very similar.

Ah. For clarification, I had been looking to catch the attention of... Johnny D'Amico, Saul Goodman, Sango and Korra.

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[Ow ow ow. When Korra responds, her hands are still over her ears.]

Okay, I get the message! You couldn't ask normally?

[Coby, finally pulling his fingers from his mouth, looked frankly towards the computer.

He was obviously not dressed for bed--still in his uniform of all things.]

What would normal be? I lack a whistle and this is a normal wake-up call.

[Once the heart-attack has been quelled, and the ringing in her ears gone back down to... tolerable levels, Lenalee fills the feed, understandably rumpled. Here are some of the reasons tablets should be turned off before going to bed.]

Quite honestly, I think you've caught most of our attention.

I dunno, how about knocking?

[She rubs at her face and sighs. No going to sleep now.]

I don't know where you live.

[Though, he could find out. As creepy as that implication was, all he had to do would be to listen...]

[Coby paused, staring at the feed. That wasn't Saul.

...Was it Saul? Maybe he really needed to wear his glasses more.]

Why exactly do you say that? [Said he, in ignorance of himself.]

[coby pls]

I'm in room 203. Watch out if you drop by in the morning--Sokka's really grumpy when he gets woken up.

[Then, he asks something stupid.]

Wouldn't you rather be woken up all at once, to preserve time?

Not at 3 in the morning!

[She looks at him with a mixture of petulance and plaintiveness.]

Does it have to be that early?

[Only if Saul boasts a voice this feminine, roughened though it is by sleep. There's a rustle and the video blurs into darkness for a handful of moments- when it stills, she is better lit by the soft blue which illuminates the housing hallways.

Hushed:] That was.

Loud.

You aren't in the housing wings, are you?

[Coby stared at the camera, wondering if it was the delivery--]

I don't usually go this early. Our wake-up calls are usually 4AM to 5AM in the Marines.

I was... worried I would forget to mention this.

No, I'm by the mess hall. [Cafeteria. Either way, Coby couldn't break away with his terminology with much ease at all. His own background was plain and white, barring dark spots from a general lack of wall-washing and repainting. It was tough to do aesthetic maintenance, though.]

Would it be better if I used a trumpet?

But mornings are evil...

[Definitely petulant now. She sighs heavily.]

You're not going to change the time, are you. [She's starting to get that feeling.]

[Coby's eyes slowly slitted to lines and he sighed.]

I'd normally compromise, but it wouldn't hurt you at all to conquer another form of evil.

[She hates you so much right now. So much.]

Nothing can win over mornings. [There's some grumbling on her end, then finally:] Okay, okay. I get it. You'll probably just show up at 3 anyway.

[Sighhhhhhh] 3 it is.

[Caesar ought to thank his lucky stars she left the room, if only because of the aghast sound she makes at 'trumpet'.]

--A whistle was fine, it was more than enough. Take care not to wake the entire station.

Ehh? No, it was just this one time. Normally, it'd be between 4 and 5am.

[This likely wouldn't rally any approval, honestly. Most working hours didn't begin until well after Coby had risen like a psychotic over-working phoenix.]

Mmm. [Coby looked upon Lenalee with a measure of disbelief.

If only because he didn't hear his death-whistle much, himself--he wasn't in the way of it.]

I don't think I'd run the risk of that. The trumpet would be lower, too--so wouldn't it be less shocking?

That's not much better, Coby.

[There's something seriously wrong with you if you willingly wake up that early.]

[He made a noise--the kind that said he was exasperated, but he was trying very much trying to not be exactly that.]

The early morning hours are often the most productive.

I. Wouldn't risk it.

[Her interest in learning how well a trumpet's cry may echo these walls hovers somewhere around her knees.]

[Coby misses them, really. He just remembered hearing them outside his window every morning, though in the fondest of senses.]

I guess they wouldn't sound all that well, here. The halls wouldn't carry them the same.

If you only wanted those guys you could have filtered your call you know.

[He sounds a bit grumpy because DUDE you almost woke up Lucy. Yes he's in her bed again. As is evident by the blond head poking from the corner of his screen.]

I apologize, Natsu. However, I have little experience in such things. I tried to do it a few times, but I think I mis-spelled things.

[No, he just doesn't have anyone around to help him do it.]

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