Voicemail

[scruffnfeathers]

*ring*

*click*

*five minutes of quiet white noise with the occasional piercing bit of feedback*

You've reached the voicemail of --

I don't understand. Why -- why do you want me to say my name?

*sound of attempts to dial*

*BEEP*

[ooc: phone messages left will reach Castiel, he just doesn't know that he needs to record a greeting. LOOK IT'S

Comments

[future_sandworm]

For some reason Leto thought this was a very good day to call Alice. Little did he know that the message he left ended up in the wrong places.

"I miss you. I wish we could just go into the desert at night and ride a sandworm together, watching the sun rise over the open bled. I'm sure we could even manage croquet."

[scruffnfeathers]

[and the reply goes here]

[psychic_wonder]

"Okay, look, I know you wish I was kinky, but I'm just not. I don't think about sex like you do, I'm sorry."

[From here.]

[scruffnfeathers]

[which goes right on over thataway]

[justlike_a_girl]

[From here]

"I don't know who the hell you are, but I am not a drunk and I don't have stupid ideas!"

[scruffnfeathers]

[to here]

[mparkerceo]

[From here!]

"I would never, ever ever ever ask you for fashion advice. Hello, stupid robes! Not to mention your hair. I know you love it, but it's over the top in so many ways. You dress like a demented desert hippie with a fetish for black. And I would never ask you about alluring. Friends don't do that to other friends' guys. I am not that woman.

"And another thing! Being a teacher? Not that impressive. Where's my flying car, you jerk?"

"Grrr!"

[scruffnfeathers]

[to here and here.]

[icecoldfrost]

[From here!]

"Darling, I didn't call you, you had best hope that you did not insult my coat, and I never fling random insults around. You really ought to know better by now."

[scruffnfeathers]

[to here]