the olde TELEGRAPH.

[troparion]

[ a few rings, for ten, twenty seconds... ]

[ then an automated, female voice. ]

Hello. Your call has been redirected to the inbox of - [an awkwardly spoken man's voice -] Nicholas D. Wolfwood - [and back to the woman again -] as they are unable to come to the phone right now. Please leave a message after the tone

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[call]

[acemedium]

[Aaaand a couple of hours after the earthquake, yo phone be ringing]

[call]

[troparion]

[it takes two rings, but eventually he picks up-- and he sounds very, very distracted.]

Yeah? Who's this?

[call]

[acemedium]

[Wasting no time:]

Mr. Wolfwood, are you okay??!

[troparion]

-- Huh? Wha- agh, I mean, yes! Yes, I'm fine. Things're just kinda crazy 'round here-

How're you doing, girlie?

call;

[cognidis]

[ Ring ring! It's your bro, bro. Pick up!! ]

[troparion]

[on the third ring, he does. since it doesn't ring in as Maya's number, which he actually knows, he's going to sound a bit... grumpy.]

[just a bit.]

--ell's callin', here?!

[cognidis]

[ Just....this pause. ]

It's me.

[troparion]

-- Livio?

[oh. significantly less angry, now.]