[@Expendable] The phone Mags picked up was a grey landline phone with a spiral cord. Some would consider this an 'ancient relic.' Despite Mag's effort to get ahold of an operator, she heard only relentless high pitched beeps. From the looks of the school, and the village leading up to it, one couldn't be faulted for thinking this was the most advanced technology on the island.

"Hey, whatsup?" Gary asked Mags "Want to play some ping pong with us? There's a lounge in there." He said, pointing towards the glass door to the lounge.