RP Example - Phone Conversations
Game: Sunnydale OSI
Who: Wesley and Gwen
When: Friday, December 27, 1997
What: Phone Conversation
Gwen had, without a doubt, the worst Christmas ever. She didn't get to see Patience, Marlowe had come over for dinner but couldn't stay too long, and to top it all off, she'd broken up with Gemma. All this led to Gwen crying herself to sleep, and not leaving her bed until noon the next day. Finally, she mustered the will to pick up the phone, and call the one person she'd learned she could tell anything to: her watcher, Wesley Wyndham-Price. She dialed the number, and, holding back tears, prayed he would answer.
Wesley's vacation had been going fine until he had found out about Leanna. Now, he suddenly had a daughter that he was responsible for. While he didn't fault Kristianna for any of it, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. He also didn't know what this could do to his relationship with Laili. He hoped that things wouldn't change too much. She had already retired for the evening, and the house was silent, until the phone rang. He picked it up and said, "Hello?"
"Wes?" Gwen's normally strong, cocky voice squeaked from the other line, and she was barely recognizable. "I... how are you?"
"Gwen?" he asked. He had given her the number that he could be reached at in case something had happened and, by the sound of her voice, something had obviously happened. "Gwen, what wrong?"
"I miss you, Wes... when are you coming home?" Gwen sounded completely shattered, the voice of a young woman who's world was falling down around her.
He wanted to cry when he heard her voice. It was so heart breaking. "I miss you too, Gwen. I shall be coming home soon." Possibly sooner than expected, he thought to himself. "What happened? Please tell me."
"Me and Gemma..." she barely managed to squeak out the words "broke up", but they did come one.
While never having the pleasure of meeting Gemma, Wesley knew that she had meant a lot to Gwen. "I'm so sorry to hear that," Wesley said, trying to sound as comforting as he could.
"I have nobody, Wes... that's how I spent my Christmas... losing my girlfriend and crying myself to sleep."
Now he really wanted to go home. She shouldn't be alone at a time like this. "You still have me, Gwen. I'll always be there for you. You know that."
"Wesley..." she so very rarely used his full first name, and when she did it was usually because she was very emotional.”I... thank you. Thank you for..." she sniffled, and stifled a sob. "Thank you for treating me like I matter."
"Gwen, you're welcome," he said to her. "You matter to me and that's what's important." She did matter to him. Honestly, she was probably his closest friend, with the exception of his girlfriend.
She wanted to talk about anything other than her misery, really. She just wanted to feel anything other than sadness. "H-How was your Christmas?"
He let out a short laugh, but he didn't exactly sound happy. "My Christmas had been...indescribable, really. I...I found out that I have a daughter." There, he said it. "A teenage daughter. No one ever bothered to tell me until her mother died in a car crash." Misery seems to love company this Christmas.
"You have a daughter?" Gwen let that thought swirl around in her head for a moment. Wes had to be stunned. She decided to try to make him smile, hoping to at least make ONE of them not hate life. "Well, if she looks anything like her dad she's gotta be gorgeous. And if she's anything like you at ALL she's gotta be a cool kid."
He couldn't help but laugh a little. "She looks exactly like her mother did, honestly. She looks like she could have been her twin." He still couldn't look at her without seeing her mother. "I only got to meet her for the first time today."
"Wow... my watcher. A 'baby-daddy'. Who'd have thought it, huh?" Gwen sniffled again, trying to at make him smile.
"Well, it's hard to take care of someone when you are forced away to the Academy," he said gently. It was obvious that there was a bit of history behind why he didn't know.
"Never thought I'D be the one asking this..." She sighed into the phone. "Are YOU alright?"
He sighed himself. "I honestly don't know how I feel, Gwen," he told her. "I'm completely out of my league here. I don't know what to do." He just sounded so human, instead of usual, stoic Watcher Wesley.
"Just.... treat her like you treat me." Gwen was trying so hard to think of something helpful to say. "I mean... the way you treat me, you're like... my second father, in a way."
"You're right," he said. "Thank you for listening to me, Gwen. It helps a lot to just talk about this." He did sound a little better.
"It's ok..." She kept in a sigh... she really didn't want him to be as miserable as she was. "Just... you'll be home soon, right?"
"Yes, I'll be home soon," he told her. "Will you be ok until I get there?"
"Hey." She forced a tough, strong voice. "It's me!"
He knew it was forced, but decided not to say so. "That sounds better," he said softly. "I should be home soon, though. Do take care of yourself."
"I will, Wes." She thought about it, and while she was loathe to actually say it, she had to. "I... I love you, you hear?"
That was quite possibly the last thing he ever expected to hear from Gwen. "Gwen...I... love you, too." The strange thing was that he did.
"G'bye... see ya soon." And before she could embarrass herself any more, she hung up, laying back down to once again stare at the ceiling.
He hung up the phone, a bit more confused than before, but still feeling better.
Who: Wesley and Gwen
When: Friday, December 27, 1997
What: Phone Conversation
Gwen had, without a doubt, the worst Christmas ever. She didn't get to see Patience, Marlowe had come over for dinner but couldn't stay too long, and to top it all off, she'd broken up with Gemma. All this led to Gwen crying herself to sleep, and not leaving her bed until noon the next day. Finally, she mustered the will to pick up the phone, and call the one person she'd learned she could tell anything to: her watcher, Wesley Wyndham-Price. She dialed the number, and, holding back tears, prayed he would answer.
Wesley's vacation had been going fine until he had found out about Leanna. Now, he suddenly had a daughter that he was responsible for. While he didn't fault Kristianna for any of it, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. He also didn't know what this could do to his relationship with Laili. He hoped that things wouldn't change too much. She had already retired for the evening, and the house was silent, until the phone rang. He picked it up and said, "Hello?"
"Wes?" Gwen's normally strong, cocky voice squeaked from the other line, and she was barely recognizable. "I... how are you?"
"Gwen?" he asked. He had given her the number that he could be reached at in case something had happened and, by the sound of her voice, something had obviously happened. "Gwen, what wrong?"
"I miss you, Wes... when are you coming home?" Gwen sounded completely shattered, the voice of a young woman who's world was falling down around her.
He wanted to cry when he heard her voice. It was so heart breaking. "I miss you too, Gwen. I shall be coming home soon." Possibly sooner than expected, he thought to himself. "What happened? Please tell me."
"Me and Gemma..." she barely managed to squeak out the words "broke up", but they did come one.
While never having the pleasure of meeting Gemma, Wesley knew that she had meant a lot to Gwen. "I'm so sorry to hear that," Wesley said, trying to sound as comforting as he could.
"I have nobody, Wes... that's how I spent my Christmas... losing my girlfriend and crying myself to sleep."
Now he really wanted to go home. She shouldn't be alone at a time like this. "You still have me, Gwen. I'll always be there for you. You know that."
"Wesley..." she so very rarely used his full first name, and when she did it was usually because she was very emotional.”I... thank you. Thank you for..." she sniffled, and stifled a sob. "Thank you for treating me like I matter."
"Gwen, you're welcome," he said to her. "You matter to me and that's what's important." She did matter to him. Honestly, she was probably his closest friend, with the exception of his girlfriend.
She wanted to talk about anything other than her misery, really. She just wanted to feel anything other than sadness. "H-How was your Christmas?"
He let out a short laugh, but he didn't exactly sound happy. "My Christmas had been...indescribable, really. I...I found out that I have a daughter." There, he said it. "A teenage daughter. No one ever bothered to tell me until her mother died in a car crash." Misery seems to love company this Christmas.
"You have a daughter?" Gwen let that thought swirl around in her head for a moment. Wes had to be stunned. She decided to try to make him smile, hoping to at least make ONE of them not hate life. "Well, if she looks anything like her dad she's gotta be gorgeous. And if she's anything like you at ALL she's gotta be a cool kid."
He couldn't help but laugh a little. "She looks exactly like her mother did, honestly. She looks like she could have been her twin." He still couldn't look at her without seeing her mother. "I only got to meet her for the first time today."
"Wow... my watcher. A 'baby-daddy'. Who'd have thought it, huh?" Gwen sniffled again, trying to at make him smile.
"Well, it's hard to take care of someone when you are forced away to the Academy," he said gently. It was obvious that there was a bit of history behind why he didn't know.
"Never thought I'D be the one asking this..." She sighed into the phone. "Are YOU alright?"
He sighed himself. "I honestly don't know how I feel, Gwen," he told her. "I'm completely out of my league here. I don't know what to do." He just sounded so human, instead of usual, stoic Watcher Wesley.
"Just.... treat her like you treat me." Gwen was trying so hard to think of something helpful to say. "I mean... the way you treat me, you're like... my second father, in a way."
"You're right," he said. "Thank you for listening to me, Gwen. It helps a lot to just talk about this." He did sound a little better.
"It's ok..." She kept in a sigh... she really didn't want him to be as miserable as she was. "Just... you'll be home soon, right?"
"Yes, I'll be home soon," he told her. "Will you be ok until I get there?"
"Hey." She forced a tough, strong voice. "It's me!"
He knew it was forced, but decided not to say so. "That sounds better," he said softly. "I should be home soon, though. Do take care of yourself."
"I will, Wes." She thought about it, and while she was loathe to actually say it, she had to. "I... I love you, you hear?"
That was quite possibly the last thing he ever expected to hear from Gwen. "Gwen...I... love you, too." The strange thing was that he did.
"G'bye... see ya soon." And before she could embarrass herself any more, she hung up, laying back down to once again stare at the ceiling.
He hung up the phone, a bit more confused than before, but still feeling better.