for paradisa; voicemail

[immortalizing]

Hello you've reached Captain Jack Harkness, can't come to the phone right now kind of... busy. Anyway, leave a message after the beep-- unless this is a certain Time Lord then don't... or do really I like listening to your voice-- right right, leave a message and I'll get back to you when I can.

(ooc; he'll get back to you... eventually.)

Comments

[twatular]

Hey, Jack, it's Owen. Turns out I drew the short straw -- we're wondering where you are. Have the decency to ring one of us back, at least. I know you're listening.

[twatular]

Look, Jack, we realize how much you've missed drag clubs, but you've gotta leave sometime. It's about noon now. Ring me back, or I'm calling an Emergency Torchwood Meeting without you.

[twatular]

Yeah, as to why -- turns out our politician friend is running for office again. Better warn these idiots of what they're in for.

[not_from_mars]

Hi, Jack, it's - I hate using clocks - niiiiin -- ten-thirty and I'm... I dunno. Wondering what you got stuck with. Technically speaking I'm now the, um, single guardian of Jenny and Astrid. Should be interesting. And I've got a flat! And a job, and bills, and -- blimey, this is going to be a very long week.

Is it just me, or did you get 'Vote Saxon' flyers, as well? Anyway -- got to go, call me back.

[not_from_mars]

Hate to distract you from whatever enthralling thing you're up to, but I'm wondering if you can spare a few minutes to keep an eye on Jenny and Astrid. Need to run out for a few minutes with Ha - my - the hand. You know who I mean. I'd ask Donna, but she's the one we're checking up on. Haven't heard from her all day - have you?

Um - yes. Let me know.