Phone messagesqueennomoreFebruary 1 2006, 03:04:18 UTC
No, Susan doesn't have email - she's stepped straight out of the 1960s. Neither does she have a cell. This phone is at her home, but she has figured out the answering machine, and she will get back to you.
Re: Phone messagesten_sans_chipsFebruary 6 2006, 16:46:08 UTC
"Susan? John MacDiarmid. I got your note, and I accept your apology. Time issues can be quite rough, I know, and I wasn't exactly the most sensitive I could have been." How the hell he knows what it's like, he doesn't say. "Perhaps we could talk again soon, sit down over coffee or something like that, and I could catch you up on things--rather a lot has happened. You can ring me back here. Ta."
Re: Phone messagesaint_no_heroFebruary 8 2006, 06:35:10 UTC
Uh, hey, Ms. Pevensie? This is Jayne Cobb and I run that firearm shop on the south side -- Ammu-Nation -- and we, uh, I mean, you were in here last Saturday. I just wanted to let you know I got your stuff in here just this afternoon. Looks good.
Um. You're welcome to come on by and pick it up, next time you feel so inclined. Thanks much.
Re: Phone messages Wednesdaydeadly_animatorFebruary 9 2006, 05:21:26 UTC
"Susan, It's Anita. I wanted to see how you were settling in and adjusting, and if you needed anything." She pauses slightly, not sure how much to offer, like her Susan had seemed to have a lot of pride. "Anyway, if you want to grab a lunch tomorrow, or maybe head to the gym after work, let me know."
The note reads: Susan-- I'm afraid I have to reschedule for tomorrow. My apologies. These films should get you started. This is the order you should watch them in. Pretty difficult, in the long run, so this, while educational, is a bit more fun. Best, John The note wraps a copy of A Walk on the Moon.
"Miss Pevensie, this is Dr. Wilson. I wanted to let you know that the tickler came back negative so I don't feel a need to rush on the medication until we get back the full results at the beginning of the week. Please call me at 555-WXYZ if you have any questions. Thank you and I'll be in touch when the rest come in."
The message was professional, delivered in a gentle but direct tone, kept vague in a nod towards her privacy should someone else be privy to her voicemail.
She sinks to the ground as she listens to the message, a trembling hand curling her hair around her fingers, wrapping it around and around until her fingers are trapped. Impossible to tremble any more, bound far too tightly.
In the privacy of her own apartment, nobody watching her, she crawls to the wardrobe in the corner of the room and climbs inside. Small space, the faint smell of fur and mothballs impossibly comforting, even after all these years. There, enclosed on all sides, the tears come.
Her answering machine plays the message over and over, his voice losing all meaning and becoming a drone in the background.
St Patty's Daydr_jwilsonmdMarch 17 2006, 17:46:40 UTC
"Susan, it's James Wilson. Ah, yes I know this is rather out of the blue and you probably will think I'm nuts but I gets these strange fits and starts and tend to go with them.
Anyway there is food and beer happening at the Brownstone if you'd like to stop by and celebrate the holiday...or just stop by and eat. There's plenty if you'd like to bring someone along or just bring a tupperware dish for leftovers.
Just call this my big brother fussing gene coming out in me and I hope to see you stop by."
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Um. You're welcome to come on by and pick it up, next time you feel so inclined. Thanks much.
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and one of them offers you IG pr0n... But you have to guess which
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Sexes up Doyle, whee!
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a portable DVD player with simplified instructions written out in John's handwriting
Philadelphia, Full Metal Jacket, If These Walls Could Talk, selected segments of Eyes on the Prize and After Stonewall, and Boys Don't Cry.
The note reads:
Susan--
I'm afraid I have to reschedule for tomorrow. My apologies. These films should get you started. This is the order you should watch them in. Pretty difficult, in the long run, so this, while educational, is a bit more fun.
Best,
John
The note wraps a copy of A Walk on the Moon.
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The message was professional, delivered in a gentle but direct tone, kept vague in a nod towards her privacy should someone else be privy to her voicemail.
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She sinks to the ground as she listens to the message, a trembling hand curling her hair around her fingers, wrapping it around and around until her fingers are trapped. Impossible to tremble any more, bound far too tightly.
In the privacy of her own apartment, nobody watching her, she crawls to the wardrobe in the corner of the room and climbs inside. Small space, the faint smell of fur and mothballs impossibly comforting, even after all these years. There, enclosed on all sides, the tears come.
Her answering machine plays the message over and over, his voice losing all meaning and becoming a drone in the background.
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Anyway there is food and beer happening at the Brownstone if you'd like to stop by and celebrate the holiday...or just stop by and eat. There's plenty if you'd like to bring someone along or just bring a tupperware dish for leftovers.
Just call this my big brother fussing gene coming out in me and I hope to see you stop by."
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