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[taketheearsoff]

Sander Cohen speaking~. I'm afraid my work has my utmost attention, but feel free to drop me a line.

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voice;

[walkthedawn]

[Ring ring.]

voice;

[soggybucket]

[Cohen answers, the sound of chaos in the background, accompanied by the usual radio static]

Better make it snappy! I have a horde of fucking Doubters on my hands. [snarl snarl]

voice;

[walkthedawn]

It's me. Are you okay?

voice;

[taketheearsoff]

If it isn't the sheepdog. Impeccable timing. I- Thoughtful of you to ask. I'm as fine as I'll ever be.

It doesn't sound like you're on your last legs so I can assume the best~?

[voicemail]

[hexyoutotuesday]

Sander, it's me. I'm not making it in for the next few days. [click]

Re: [voicemail]

[taketheearsoff]

[Cohen doesn't call back, but he understands (for the most part) and though he acts like a fussy old bird, he sympathizes (in the most obscure way possible).]

[Video]

[rhythminmysoul]

[The video comes on to show a happy yet somewhat nervous looking cat. He clears his throat before smiling wide and speaking.]

Excuse me? Mr. Cohen sir? My name is Danny and I was told since I'm looking for a job as a performer I should call you. I was hoping to earn a chance to audition for you if you're looking for young talent.

[He gains a bit more confidence now.]

And if you are, I'm your cat!

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[taketheearsoff]

Talk about the "cat's meow". Had I not been here for a year now I'd think myself gone mad.

audio;

[taketheearsoff]

Come by anytime during daylight. Providing the lot can hold their own without a captain for an hour, I'll have you then.

We'll see - if - you've got it.

Re: audio;

[rhythminmysoul]

Thank you so much Mr. Cohen! I really appreciate it.

[ action]

[what_scruples]

[ At some point on Valentine's Day, Sander will be accosted by a small robotic cupid(?!) with a propeller jutting out of its back. Hovering unsteadily, it tinnily informs him that he has a message from Yaha, and delivers the message recorded into its memory-- ]

Through we may fight, know that I will always love you, my dearest child.

[ The message concludes with a shower of heart-shaped confetti over his head before the cupid zips away, off on the rest of its errands. ]

[ ooc; As you might have guessed, this is a glitched (with mun approval) message! If you want to see what Yaha intended to send, check out the unscreened post here. ]

[action]

[taketheearsoff]

[The old crow ponders the messenger and its delivery, tsk'ing at its poor form and sloppy ending (not to mention that he must now have words with the dear little elf, wherever he may be on this happy holiday).]

Voicemail;

[showbizpanache]

Mr. Cohen? If Miss Jinx hasn't told you about me already, I'm Kurt Hummel and I'm to be the newest addition to your staff at Felton. She's referred me to you for vocal coaching--not that I need it, per se, but it's always vital for a stage performer to fine-tune their talents. Please contact me at your earliest convenience.

return voice;

[taketheearsoff]

I've heard of you, sonny jim. You have quite the voice, or so I've been told. A fine worker though a bit rough around the edges.

Now, I'm not one to typically take on a whim simply because someone said so...but I suppose I can make an exception. Little Hex thus far has done me no ill will. And she knows a good tune when she hears one.

Sadly she can't squawk a single tuneful note even if her life depended on it.

voice;

[showbizpanache]

So you accept?

voice;

[taketheearsoff]

I do~. Come in, six o' clock sharp. We'll - see - what you're made of.