[It's a day after, well, everything so far as Neji's concerned. The words from the briefing to all newcomers rang sharper in his head than did the call to arms of the senile old man in ViViD's ballroom. He'd been shuffled along and helped into and out of too many situations out of his immediate control in the past day to dare think he could do much more than laze the day by. Unyouthful of him? Absolutely. Neji simply couldn't give a damn.

So it's late evening when he finally remembers the CereVice. Reaches for it. Treats it like the suspicious thing it is for several minutes and feels not unlike an ape examining a new toy.

Everything was frustrating.

He tries to understand it the best he can, tries to recall how the basic functions work. Once he's at least certain he won't make an absolute fool of himself (not for his sake, really, but because of the matter at hand-- believe that as you will), he dials Kozukata Yuri. He talks into the thing like it's a radio- voice, of course, just as bland.]

This is Hyuga Neji. I was told I could contact you at any hours through these means. I'm don't mean I have anything urgent to discuss-

If you could let me know how you're faring, it'd be greatly appreciated. That's all.

[And of course he hangs up. Because that's what you do with a radio transmission.]