[for Hook] get with the times

[thisevilhand]

Lindsey had spent yet another day at the library, nominally studying for the bar, but mostly trying to find some sort of sign, however small, of the Senior Partners' influence in Darrow, or barring that, something he could use to make a way out and back to his dimension. The only part he'd been successful at was the legal studies.

He'd been in Darrow going on two months, and still wasn't any closer to getting out or uncovering the Senior Partners' plans for him. He had plans, damn it, and he damn well wanted to get back to 'em.

But since it didn't look like that was going to happen tonight, what he wanted was a drink. Several would be good. He could've just gone down to whatever bar matched his mood, but no. He didn't feel much like drinking alone tonight, which was strange enough on its own. And it wasn't a night for a random hook-up. Somehow he'd wound up with something close to a friend in this place, which was why he was hauling his ass down to Ocean View in search of a drinking buddy.

He knocked on the door, barely waiting for it to open before saying, "It'd be a helluva lot easier meetin' up for drinks if you used your damn phone, Jones."

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[itsapirateslife]

Hook had plans that the city was interrupting as well but so far, his search to find a way back to Storybrooke or the Enchanted Forest had come up with nothing. It was getting frustrating and he refused to resign himself to being stuck in this world. He was almost desperate to start stalking hat shops.

When he came to the door, it was just in his breeches and shirt sleeves, his coat hung up and leather vest and foots in his bed room. A book on modern boats was under his arm and through the door, a bottle of wine could be seen on the living room table. While Neil had shown him how to use the TV, he found the entertainment rather boring actually.

"Pardon me, Mr. McDonald, but I don't even know what you mean." His smirk spoke otherwise. He knew which device the phone was, he just didn't have the patience to figure out how to use it. "Do come in, won't you?" he asked, painfully polite.

[thisevilhand]

Lindsey crossed the threshold, wondering for a moment if he should warn Killian off from making that sort of invitation. Eh. They'll get to that eventually.

"Sure you don't," Lindsey smirked back. Then nodded toward the book. "Pirate without a boat gettin' to you already, you're thinking about comin' into the modern age?"

[itsapirateslife]

while Hook wasn't aware of the consequence of such an invitation, it wouldn't shock him. Magical creatures were strange that way. Everything related to magic had conditions.

"If it means the freedom of the sea, I'm willing to learn." Hook replied with a sardonic laugh. "The advancements that have been made in ships as been quite remarkable, even if I do still prefer the wind in my sails." He shut the door behind his friend and put the book down on a side table. "Can I get you anything?" He may be a pirate but he still had some manners.

[thisevilhand]

"Whatever you're drinkin'," Lindsey said to the offer, "Unless you feel like saving your booze in favor of whatever establishment we're hitting up tonight."

"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised at you not wanting to lose your sea legs." And he wasn't. In fact, Lindsey kind of understood. He might not have been practicing since he left LA, but he'd had other things occupying his time and energy. Stuck here, where it seemed like the law was going to be the only thing with an end point, it chafed that he had to take the bar again and couldn't practice until he got his results.

"A bored pirate's a dangerous thing. Probably better for everybody if you've got something to do."

[itsapirateslife]

"I think I like that option far more then what I have here." He said as he moved towards the kitchen to put a cork in the wine bottle and put it away. The refrigerator was a marvelous invention.

Hook chuckled at the mention of a bored pirate. "Exactly. Especially if they want to keep their women and their belongings." He finished in the kitchen and headed towards his bed room. "Not to mention, people expect a pirate to have a ship. I'm only living up to expectation."

He had just put his vest on and was buckling his belt when he spotted the phone he'd been given. Picking it up, he brought it out to Lindsay, still boot less. "Is this what you were yammering about?"

[thisevilhand]

"I don't 'yammer'," Lindsey retorted without any heat. It was just the way they gave each other a hard time. "But yes. It's a damn sight easier than semaphore or yelling or what the hell ever else you uses to communicate at a distance. And even a kid can learn to use it."

Lindsey remembered before cell phones had even been a thing - in fact, when he was a kid, they didn't have a phone at all, unlike most families he knew - but when he'd been with Wolfram & Hart, he couldn't live without his. And the ones in Darrow were even better.

"It's not a boat motor, but it could be just as useful learning how to use it if you're gonna be stuck here with the rest of us."

[itsapirateslife]

It's one of the reasons Hook liked Lindsay. They had quality verbal sparring and that was a surprisingly rare quality in a friend.

"Everyone I needed to speak to was on my ship. When one lives in close quarters, except on shore leave, one doesn't find the need to communicate long distances. And if the need arose, well...that what crew members are for." Poor Smee had usually been the only one Hook trusted to go on long journeys with messages. He wondered what happened to his first mate when the curse had been lifted.

He tossed the phone to Lindsay. "Alright, never say this pirate won't learn new tricks. Show me and I'll see if it's worth my time." The thing hadn't worked since the day after he got it so he failed to see the appeal. Was he supposed to get a new one every day?

[thisevilhand]

Lindsey didn't point out that Killian had neither his ship nor his crew. The man knew it already, and some wounds didn't need the salt. Besides, a mopey pirate wasn't conducive to either tech lessons or non-maudlin drinking.

He wasn't surprised when pushing the power button had no effect. "First step: we need to eat; phones need to recharge. There should've been a cord, metal prongs on one end to plug into a wall outlet." Looking around the room, he saw the cord in question tossed aside, and he plugged the phone in without making a deliberate lesson of it. Tab A into Slot B wasn't that hard to figure out.

[itsapirateslife]

Hook appreciated that, he really did. That was one of the reasons he like Lindsey. They could pick at each other...but then knew where to draw the line. And a mopey pirate was a violent pirate so this was for the best.

As Lindsey plugged in the phone, Hook paid attention. No, it didn't need a deliberate lesson but he still wanted to see what he was doing. "Ah. It's reusable. I'd wondered about that."

[thisevilhand]

"It's reusable," Lindsey agreed. After a moment or two, the phone had enough of a charge to at least turn on while it was plugged in, and he pointed out the battery icon near the top. "When it looks like this, it's charging, getting power. When it's not plugged in, it'll tell you how much juice it's got left. When it gets close to empty, or when you think about it and aren't using it, plug it in again. If you're not doing a lot with it, even leaving it turned on, it'll be good for a day or two." Possibly more, depending on Hook.

While he had the phone on and his hand, he went ahead and used it to dial his number so he could put Killian's number into his contacts. His phone rang, and he pulled it from a pocket to do so.

[itsapirateslife]

"Huh. Interesting." A reuseable power source. He'd learned a tiny bit about electricity while in Storybrooke but not enough. There had been other priorities at the time.

Lindsey dialing Hook understood, but not why he was calling himself. "You just called yourself from my phone. What purpose does that serve?" At an reply to how Hook knew what he as doing, he shrugged with a small smirk. "They had these phones in Storybrooke. I witnessed their use enough to get an idea of their purpose, just not any in depth knowledge into how they worked."

[thisevilhand]

Lindsey turned so Hook could see Lindsey's phone and what he was doing as he added Drunken Sailor to his contacts. "It's easier than having to type in your number by hand, and then you having to do the same with mine. And once the number's saved, you don't have to remember it." He handed Hook's phone over. "Give it a try."

[itsapirateslife]

Hook saw what he was doing doing but he still wasn't quite sure what he was doing. He took his phone from Lindsey and chewed his bottom lip as he pressed the icon that looked like a phone. "Don't you need to call me to save the number?" It gave him a moment to figure out exactly how to do that.

[thisevilhand]

"I could," Lindsey said, as he leaned over to see Hook's screen better. He gave a few taps, letting Hook see what he was clicking on before he did it, to get back to the call history. His number was the only one listed, since the pirate hadn't used the phone before. "But since I already called you, we can get to it like this. It'll make a list of your calls; if somebody calls you, or you call them, you can tap here," and he did so, "to add their name or whatever to the number."

[itsapirateslife]

Paying close attention, Hook followed along with what Lindsey was doing so as to hopefully be able to repeat it. "Aright. This device certainly likes to leave a trail of actions, doesn't it?" Who he called, who called him. He could see the duration and date as well. That was a little disturbing, to be monitored so closely.

But he did as instructed and recorded Lindsey's number for later use. With careful typing, and much use of the backspace after Lindsey pointed it out, it was labeled 'Pain-in-the-ass Lawyer'. "Alright, now what?"

[thisevilhand]

"Now we practice usin' it for what it's made for," Lindsey told him, pushing the button to go back to the home screen at the same time. "You wanna call me first, or see how to answer the call I woulda made rather than come all the way out to your place to find you?"

[itsapirateslife]

Without saying anything, Hook fiddled with the phone and Lindsey's phone started ringing. "Well, I think I got the calling part down, mate." He smiled and ended the call, glad being a pirate had made him a very quick study. "Call me now."

[thisevilhand]

"Looks like." Instead of calling, because he might as well set the bar higher by moving on to the next lesson, Lindsey sent a quick text that read, Got it?

[itsapirateslife]

Hook was looking down at his phone, waiting for the call, when suddenly one of the little pictures blinked and suddenly had a number one over it. "What did you do?"

[thisevilhand]

Lindsey smirked; he was fond of giving people the unexpected, and the pirate was generally quick enough to keep up, which kept things fun. "Tap the icon - the picture - that changed. It's called texting."

[itsapirateslife]

Frowning sightly, Hook touched the icon as indicated and it showed a message from Lindsey. He touched it which opened the message so he could read it. "Fascinating. We went from sending notes, to sending voices to going back to sending notes. How circular." He slowly typed back I think so, mate

[thisevilhand]

"Not circular, a progression. Exchanging numbers, calling, and sending messages. Sometimes it's easier or more convenient to send a text to be read than to carry on a conversation." Lindsey would leave it to Hook to figure out what some of those times might be, but he had no doubts the pirate could do so.

[itsapirateslife]

"It can also extend the conversation. What could take minutes might take hours while waiting for a response." Hook said just to be contrary but he did understand what Lindsey was saying.

He noticed the icon in the top corner was saying 50%. "I think I have enough power to take this lesson elsewhere. You said something about drinks?"

[thisevilhand]

"I did." He hadn't minded getting side tracked, but with drinks was better than without. "Besides, lessons'll probably sink in better when they're soaked in rum, knowing you.

"That dive coupla blocks from the docks do for you tonight?"