Voicemail
"Hello, you have reached Morgana's phone device. I was unable to answer before the ringing stopped, unless you are Arthur, in which case I am now ignoring your calls since you have such a fondness for leaving messages and I would hate to deprive you of your amusement. If you are not Arthur, speak a message, and I shall respond once I have listened
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Then a low, somewhat scratchy female voice hollers across the phone, "MORGANA! I need-- clothes. Your least girly, if you have anything like that at all. ...I don't want a frilly dress. Anything-- workable-- for the breasts will be sufficient."
Click.
After a few moments, there's another voicemail message.
"Yes, it's me. Do not say a word. Don't even enter my room. Just leave it by the door."
Re-click.
And finally, a third.
"That room being 303 and father best not hear a word of this, Morgana!"
Re-re-click.
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