Voicemail

[silent_robert]

*There is a long silence, witha little rustling. Then, obviously in the background:* Hey tons o' fun! The fuck are you doing?

*click*

Translation: You've reached Bob's *private* voicemail. He probably won't answer, but will find you in person.

Comments

[addams_daughter]

"Bob?" Wednesday paused, trying to think of a good way to phrase this. "I'm holding a Halloween party on the twenty-ninth of this month and there will be a costume contest. Someone suggested your name... so I was wondering if you'd be willing to be one of the judges?"

[silent_robert]

Bob is at the Kwik Stop, half asleep and really confused when he gets the message. He wanders toward Wednesday's house, and leaves a note on the gate.

I'd love to. Jay and I might be heading back to Jersey on business that weekend, so if I can't, I will let you know.

SB

[[aka, player's parents will be visiting that week, and Saturday night will probably not be good for her. I still have to see, though.]]

[addams_daughter]

((OOC: Crap. It's meant to be Sunday night and I must have been looking at the wrong calendar when I made the invitations. AUGH! *ponders*))

[silent_robert]

[[Sunday night is perfect for me, so then Bob can do it. As long as I get to have dumbass Jay tag along and make trouble... ;-) ]]

[addams_daughter]

((OOC: Yes, and yes please. Will be making an ooc correction to the party invites in just a minute.))