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Message: <blockquote data-quote="wingsandsword" data-source="post: 2422933" data-attributes="member: 14159">Once when I was walking around town, I ran across a pair of missionaries.  We ended up standing together at a walk light, and I politely smiled at them.  I saw their name badges that clearly ID'ed them as being from a certain church known for sending very determined missionaries.  They turned to me and with big smiles, asked what church I go to.Now, I'm not wanting to get into a religious debate with them (and the fact that I'm pagan might not set well with them), so I decide to switch into character for a D&D cleric I was playing at the time:"I worship at the mosque of Our Lady of the Flames, the temple of Alia Min Kor, the transcendent flame mage who ascended to divinity unto the Elemental Plane of Fire in the year 1102.  I myself am an initiate of the Order of the Silver Flame, but we have plans to open new mosques throughout the area soon. . ." as I continue to preach on in-character as my cleric.  The missionaries get a confused and slightly scared look on their faces, quickly excused themselves, and left as quickly as they could.Now, about the phone ringing: I had this happen once a few months ago.  Amusingly, it was in the building where we played out our long-running vampire larp, and I was dressed in-character, and people were gathering for the game, so I decided to respond in character (a Tremere with technocratic contacts, who contact him sometimes by randomly calling him at payphones). (nobody else would go and pick it up, one person actually cited the movie "Phone Booth")Me: "Yes, I'm here."Phone: "Uh, who is this?"Me: "Identify yourself, you called me."Phone: "What the heck is going on?"Me: "Dammit, this line is compromised, terminate communications.  I will be in touch." *hangs up*Or, there was the similar calls I got on my cell phone once, back in 2000 (when I didn't have a phone with caller ID).  I was walking around town when I get a call on my cell:Person (little kids voice): "Dad, I'm ready to be picked up now!"(at the time I'm 22 and single, and more likely to call my dad to pick me up)Me: "Uh, sorry, I think you have a wrong number there."Kid: "Dad, you're scaring me, please come pick me up from practice."Me: "I'm sorry kid, but I can't help you, you have the wrong number.  Check what you dialed and try again." *hang up*A few seconds later:*phone rings*Kid: "Dad, pick me up from soccer practice!"Me: "Sorry, you've still got a wrong number, I'm sorry but I'm not your dad, and I can't help you.  I don't have a car, I don't know you, and I suggest you try and get ahold of another relative or friend of the family.Kid: "Dad, you're scaring me!" *breaks into tears and crying*Me: "Sorry, I don't mean to make you cry, but I'm not your dad.  I hope you can find somebody to help you, but I can't do anything for you" *hang up*A minute or so later:*phone rings*Kid (crying): "Dad, please come get me, I'm scared.  Don't say you won't get me.  Please come pick me up!"Me: "I'm real sorry, but I'm just not your dad, I can't help you, I don't have a car, I don't know where you are, you said you're at soccer practice, talk to your coach and see if they have your dad's number, or your mom's, or somebody else who can pick you up.  If nobody else can help you, dial 911 and the police can help you, but I don't have anything I can do for you."Kid (almost hysterical): "Pleeaaassee dad!  You're scaring me!  Pick me up!"Me: "Talk to your coach, dial 911, I can't do anything to help you."*hangs up, turns off phone*I don't think it was a prank call, because it was at like 5:00 in the afternoon (when an afterschool practice would be likely to be letting out), and it really did sound like a grade-school age young boy, but I couldn't do anything to help him, I didn't know him, and he just wouldn't believe that I wasn't his father.  Maybe I sounded like him and his dad wrote his phone number down wrong, transposed some numbers so it was my cell number, I don't know, I felt bad about hanging up and turning off the phone, but there was nothing I could do (and that prepaid cell time was expensive, each call was running me a dollar or so, I got it mostly for emergencies myself!)</blockquote>

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