Unlike the frustrated Daphne, Velma was more than happy for the extra time. She normally had more than enough projects to work on, and if she ran out... (This hadn't happened in a long time.) She could always come up with more. She was currently located in the main room of her basement. With various table and chairs situation about the room, she had selected one of the more comfortable one and pulled it over to a desk that she had claimed for her current project. Ignoring the rest of the mess that made of the basement. (Though most was her fault in the first place.) ...A project for another day.

Currently on her long list, had been catching up with some letters she had pushed off till she had more time. She had a few associates that she had through the Scientific Community, which she had been enjoying several on-going debates with that she had been enjoying replying too. Many had very valid points, but none that she couldn't counter with her own points. The pile grew as she gave each letter its own worth and consideration. And she made sure to add in a few replies to fan letters, from several places... to help reset her mind between debates. One of her favorite letters so far, had been a mail about one of her more recent campaigns that she had created for Maidens and Monsters; that the reader had just recently bought. And he was smartly sharing his opinion on her creation. Though she couldn't take full credit for it, she made sure to include in her footnotes that most of the gang had helped her with its creation. Since it was while they ran the campaign, which she had took notes to make the published version the reader had liked.

"I wonder how well people will enjoy now that Daphne's playing. It certainly will change up the dynamic from the rest of the guys." Pausing a second, she had to correct herself. "Though it's Joanne, not Daphne."

Velma said with a smile, pushing back from her desk to stretch a bit. Her neck growing a bit stiff from leaning over the letters she had. As much as she liked typing things out, certain things were best left up to old school methods. If the writer had gone through the effort of writing their letter by hand, she was going to respond in kind.

Reaching over, she pushed a few letters and papers out of the way to reveal a previously buried cup. One that had been lost under the heap that had been growing the more letters she had gotten around too. Picking it up, she gave it a small shake to check for contents. When she felt no swirling movement, she just had to double check and tilted the cup to reveal what she had first known.

The poor cup had been empty.

Giving her shoulders a rotation, Velma ran her spare hand through her hair before groaning and getting to her feet. Pushing her chair from behind her, she shifted to get around it and head for the nearest source of water. Cup in hand, she had two options. One… head all the way upstairs to the kitchen, which had several liquid options to satiate her thirst. Or two, the lazy option which was using the sink that sat in Daphne's dark room.

Upstairs? Or Lazy?

Casting her view to the door, Velma pictured the long amount of stairs that awaited her. Plus the small bit of hallway she would have to cross. And then the possibility of the guys doing something in the kitchen that she would have to brave before she would have access to all those options. Or...

Looking over at the darkroom, she wouldn't even have to open the door! Daphne usually left it open unless she was working on something. And then the little red light would be on, to tell her that she wasn't able to come in unless she made sure to use the precautions to prevent the early exposure. But Daphne's last project had been developed a long time ago, so that wasn't a worry. And the water was all hers, with minimal effort.

"... And this is why they call me the Genius." She joked to herself.

Padding over to the darkroom, it had been several days ago that Velma had gotten so used to being home that she had tossed aside her normal socks for her fluffy slippers that Shaggy had gotten her last Christmas. Though she hated the color, she couldn't argue that they were comfortable enough to forget about their visual perceptual property. And she also had traded her normal clothes, for her more worn 'at home' choices. Sweatpants and an old t-shirt Fred had gotten her. Fingering the well-loved shirt, she always snickered when someone would ask her what the Giant 'O' was, in the middle of the reddish shirt. Comfort was top priority at the moment, because she had the time to relax and enjoy it.

Placing her cup under the faucet, Velma turned on the knob and stifled a yawn as she waited for her cup to become full. Not wanting to make it overflow, she turned the handle and took a sip to make the cup more manageable for the walk back to her desk… That's when she heard it.

BZZZZZT.

Leaning back, one eyebrow arched over the top of her thick glasses as she cast a glance back into the main room of the basement. She knew what had been making the noise, but the reasoning for it to be going off was what made up her confused look.

"... Who could be texting me?" Velma wondered aloud, taking another sip of her cup. With no grand rush, since the message would still be waiting for her, she made her way back to the desk to stare down at where her cell phone had unburied itself from the pile of letters from the vibration. Pushing the few bits of paper that sat nearby, she was able to get her hand around the little phone to pick it up and look at it.

"Hmmm..."

Velma was not as skilled as Daphne had been with her cell phone. So it took her placing down her cup of water in order to get both hands on the little flip phone and get the top opened so she could read the awaiting message. Struggling a bit to remember how to get to the messages, she fiddled with a few buttons before the main screen popped up with the new message awaiting her.

-Hiya Velma! Just wanted to give you a buzz. What'cha doing down there? ~The Great Daphne-

Blinking, Velma looked at the message and took in the contents. But the more times she read it, the more confusing it became. Which made her tilt her head to stare at the celling, as if that would make her see past the beams and all the way to the second floor where Velma guessed Daphne had been.

"What the? Why is she sending me messages when she is in the same house? Couldn't she just walk down the stairs?"

Talking aloud, she also cast a hand to wave at the door as she spoke. But then again, she had just opted to drink simple water from the nearby sink, rather than trudge all the way upstairs to get a drink. But at least Daphne would be going with gravity, and coming down was a lot easier than going up. It would take less effort.

"I should go up there and give her a piece of my mind..."

With phone in one hand, she placed down her other hand to lean on the desk. But as she did that, she crumpled a bit of her letters under her leaning hand. Pushing off, she placed down the phone so she could straighten out some of the edges she just had damaged. Sighing, she did want to finish what she had been working on, and Daphne could wait till later.

Pulling out the chair, she settled herself back down and set about organizing the letters, so she could tell which ones she still had to read, and which ones she would have to send out next time she could. Though the little phone sat nearby, ready to buzz any time with the inquisitive but lazy questions from her best friend, two floors above.

Sighing, she flipped open the phone. Typing a quick message, she hoped that it would please the older woman.

-Writing some letter to friends. Other than that, not much.-

Hitting the send button, she clapped the lid shut and picked her pen back up to continue. Slipping a clean sheet of paper from her pile, she placed it in front of her neatly. Running a hand across the paper to flatten it, she rolled the pen through her fingers and was about to start with a new letter when her cell phone buzzed yet again.

One eyelid flickering, she pushed away her annoyance and plucked the cell phone from the side and opened it up with the back of the pen. Pushing a few buttons to bring up the message that awaited her response.

-Who you writing too? Anyone I know? ^o^ ~The Great Daphne-

Sighing, Velma quickly replied. Having to place down her pen, since she would need both hands to type her response. Inwardly cursing at who ever invented the method of texting, as she struggled to hit the right combination of buttons to get out her message. Since her phone had been simple enough to not include a keyboard, not that she needed it. Finally getting it typed out, Velma hoped that her answer would turn Daphne off for more questions, and leave her to her writing in peace.

-No one you really know. A few are from some of the guys from Nasa. We have been discussing various theories on a broad range of subjects.-

Hitting send, Velma placed the phone back on her desk and picked the pen back up. Ink touching paper, Velma started back on her letter. This one had been from her sister, Madelyn. Not a total lie to Daphne, since she had written to some of the guys at Nasa. But right now she was replying to her sister's letter. Madelyn was still in school, though Velma had forgotten which one she was at now. Since her sister had a habit of trying a bunch of different things, and had yet to find a school that really worked for her.

Getting a bunch of writing done into Madelyn's letter, Velma was unhappy when the little phone buzzed again. While she didn't mind holding a conversation with Daphne, this wasn't something Velma considered to be a conversation. Since the definition of it, was an informal interchange of thoughts, information, etc., by spoken words. Or an oral communication between persons. While using the texting feature on the phone could be useful for small notes, it really wasn't very good for long discussions. She wished that Daphne would just get off her lazy butt and come down to chat with her. At least then, she could talk while she was writing. Getting two things done at once, and making good use of her time. But instead she could only focus on one, due to the nature of the cell phone and her lack of experience with cell phone texting, limiting her ability to multitask. Unlike her bored counterpart.

Sighing, Velma read the note and quickly responded. Hoping that this would be the last one, and she would be left alone to write in peace.