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[notyourfathersosborn]

Hey there, you've reached Norman Osborn. Sorry I'm unavailable at the moment. Please leave a message and I'll get back to you shortly.

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Voice, morning of the 6th

[daughteroftheoriginal]

Hi, Normie?

[She can only hope.]

[notyourfathersosborn]

[There's silence on the other end of the phone for a bit, as Normie just stares at the caller ID.

Finally:]

Mayday!?

[daughteroftheoriginal]

Yup.

Hi.

The date tells me it's been awhile?

[notyourfathersosborn]

Over a year.

I take it... I take it you're the same version of Mayday from before?

[daughteroftheoriginal]

Well, I wouldn't know you were here if I wasn't.

[notyourfathersosborn]

You could have looked at the network.

[daughteroftheoriginal]

Oooor I could've looked at the network.

[notyourfathersosborn]

You aren't instilling me with much confidence, Mayday.

[daughteroftheoriginal]

Does it help if I told you I was just given my shiny new communicator and another file about ten minutes ago?

[notyourfathersosborn]

Where'd they put you?

[daughteroftheoriginal]

Nonah, in #003, this time.

[notyourfathersosborn]

Ah boo, I'm in De Chima now.

[daughteroftheoriginal]

Do I want to ask when you moved?

[notyourfathersosborn]

...December, I want to say. I know I celebrated the holidays here.

[daughteroftheoriginal]

Awhile then. Huh.

[It's weird to think she's missed that much.]

[notyourfathersosborn]

...Yeah.

I began feeling like Nonah 004 was cursed, I was constantly seeing people coming and going, to the point where I really just stopped learning everyone's names. Peter was tired of living alone, and since I worked in De Chima anyway it seemed like a win-win for everyone.

[daughteroftheoriginal]

[That sounds depressing, to put it mildly.]

Yikes. That sounds like it really was a good move for the both of you.

[A bit of a pause.]

Where are you right now?

[notyourfathersosborn]

Work.

Oh, by the way I'm President of the Osborn Corporation again, only here it's called OsCorp.

[And by his tone he's not exactly thrilled about it.]

[daughteroftheoriginal]

Oh. Uh. Is your grandfather... gone?

[Or imprisoned?]

[notyourfathersosborn]

Gone. His Christmas gift to me.

[daughteroftheoriginal]

[How to approach this...]

That's good, I guess? Outside of you somehow ending up taking over his company again.

[notyourfathersosborn]

When he started it up, I joined him to get in on the inside, and once he was arrested, control of the company went to me.

And then he was gone, and hasn't been back since.

[daughteroftheoriginal]

That's one way to get out of being arrested.

Are you doing alright?

[notyourfathersosborn]

[There's a long pause on the other end.]

...Yeah.

[daughteroftheoriginal]

[Well she did miss a ton, but...]

Really, Normie. If there's something going on, you can tell me. Promise.