John Connor Safehouse, Virginia

[apocalypsesoon]

John had put in a day around the house, making sure a few projects were well in hand. Making sure those projects would never be picked up by anyone outside the house, or ever see the light of day

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Phone Call - Saturday Morning

[death_of_hope]

Anemone was supposed to go out this weekend, but she wasn't allowed to go out alone, and this made it hard to get where she was going.

Which is why she very very carefully punched a phone number into her telephone, and listened to it ring.

[sorry for late ping, your post got ate by the flurry of wee!tiny on my flist]

Re: Phone Call - Saturday Morning

[apocalypsesoon]

Thump. Thud. Flail. "Wherzzaphone?" Scramble.

"Hello?" he asked, not sleeping and knocking stuff off the couch trying to find the phone. Really.

[No proooooblem!]

Re: Phone Call - Saturday Morning

[death_of_hope]

"I can't come over and play," said the sad wee!voice on the other end. "I'm not 'llowed to go out by myself, and Gulliver doesn't count."

Re: Phone Call - Saturday Morning

[apocalypsesoon]

"Can't come over to pla--wha? Who is this?"

She said Gulliver. Oh. NO.

"Ane?!" he asked. And flailed. A LOT.