Voice Mail

[psycho_barbie]

Hey.

You've reached Callisto's voice mail.

Quite obviously I'm not around to listen to your blather speak with you. So leave a message after the beep.

*BEEP*

Comments

[whitedeathpod]

::beep::

LEE IS MINE, BLONDIE!

Stop coming onto my boyfriend friend!

::beep::

[whitedeathpod]

::beep::

Xena kicked your ass. I'm John. I knew it. I'll get you back, Callisto. I will.

[psycho_barbie]

*beep*

Only because her name was in the title. You would be better served to save your wrath for the architect of this plot.

Now excuse me while I go bitch-slap talk some sense into Beka.

[valentine_tart]

*beep*

Damn it, Callisto. I saw your note. I didn't leave because of your confessions.

Honey... *softly* I'm the mother of the entire Nietszchean race completely by accident with some jackass from my past. They slaughter the Commonwealth. Kill millions.

At some point in my future, Future-Beka assures me I will betray everyone and everything I hold dear to "save the universe". I think we've all seen just how possible *that* is.

What I'm trying to say and doing poorly is that Callisto's confessions didn't surprise me or hurt me. I know you and you're good by me.

Do. Not. Make. More. Guilt. Don't make me come back there just to kick your pretty ass. I'll be home soon. Call me while I'm gone. I'll be checking in.

I love you. Remember that. OK?

[psycho_barbie]

*beep*

Not. Trying. To. Just saying I understand why you felt you had to get some space. You couldn't kick my ass, welcome to try though.

Be safe. And shoot some stuff up for me, Principal Connor's just banned weapons on campus.

[krycek_rat]

Callisto, this is Krycek. Just letting you know I'm heading down to the bar. Meet you there.

[valentine_tart]

Callisto, it's Beka. It's bad. Very bad. Zombies. They're letting us have weapons. I called 'Yana. We're gonna need magic. If you can come, I'm with Janet and Charlie and Jack.

[psycho_barbie]

Funny Crichton and I were talking about zombies just this morning...

Wait, did you say we get our weapons back?

[ooc: This is why sleep is a bad idea, you miss all the fun things like zombie attacks.]

[valentine_tart]

Yes. Weapons. A bunch of us with weapons training are protecting the sheep in the library. We may or may not go out hunting. Come.

[OOC: if you have to sleep, I can NPC Callisto somewhere.]

[psycho_barbie]

Library? I'll be there.

[ooc: Nah, just got up.]