<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Rune</strong></span><br/><strong>Where:</strong>Red Dorm<br/><strong>With:</strong>Mikhail Nikolaevich Dostoevsky<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Rune pinched her nose, but didn't respond. She sat down across from Mikhail, crossing her legs as she did to keep from flashing him.<strong>"I need to make a phone call, shouldn't take long."</strong>She said, taking out her phone.<br/><br/>A rather expensive looking one, her phone was technically not available on the market as of yet. It had a connector capable of linking with the duel disk, which would allow Rune to duel people from around the world. Sometimes it was great being the daughter of one of the builders of dueling technology. Quickly scrolling through the names in her address book, Rune came to the one she needed.<strong>"Bonjour maman! Oui, l'école est bonne. Non non, c'est bien. Mais ... J'ai oublié ma culotte et soutien-gorge à nouveau. Oui, encore une fois. Pourriez-vous avoir envoyé sur certains? Oui, un hélicoptère est très bien. Environ une heure? D'accord. Je vous aime, au revoir."</strong>Rune blushed a bit during the conversation, and hoped Mikhail didn't speak French.<strong>"Okay. A helicopter will be here in an hour or so. We have about that time to eat or whatever else you want."</strong>