Voicemail

[twintuitionist]

Hello, you've reached Juliet Darling. I must have slipped away for a moment, but leave a message and I'll get back to you. Ciao!

[OOC: This is a roleplaying journal for use at the game fandomhigh. I claim no rights to Dirty Sexy Money, Juliet Darling, or Samaire Armstrong.]

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[endsthegame]

Ender listened to his voicemail. He paused, stared, then listened to it again. And a third time. By the third time, he had developed a minor headache, and dialed Ben's phone.

"Ben, if you're getting this, there's been a minor mobile phone problem that has since been fixed. If this isn't Ben, please don't voicemail irresponsibly today; the lines have once again gone insane. Thank you."

Click.

In retrospect, he probably should've adapted his statement to fit people who hadn't been in Fandom for years and years.

[showmetheproof]

Scully was trying to reach Peter, but, oh well.

"We should hang out sometime this weekend. It's been a while since we caught up. Is your dad still doing crazy things with milkshakes? ... actually, I'm sure I don't want to know the details. Give me a call back when you get this."

[twintuitionist]

[Went here.]

[glacial_witch]

[From here]

Finally, a message that made sense.

"Sure, I'd love to catch up and talk magical dimensions some time! I've never been into Special Collections, but I hear it's crazy. But stop anyway, stop by my room sometime, I've got chocolates and wine and we can discuss magic for as long as you want. Next time I organize a trip home, you should come along and see the dragons and unicorns in person!"

[twintuitionist]

It was sincere concern that motivated Juliet to return the call.

[the_merriest]

(from here!)

"Okay, I really ... hate to let you down like this? But I have no idea who you are, and I don't think I even have bunny ears. Most importantly? I'm taken. I mean, I'm flattered and all? But ... yeah. I hope you meet somebody!"

[twintuitionist]

[Went here]

[hoorayimrich]

"--odey thinks you're soooooo cute," Tony crowed into the phone. The phone he thought was on while it was still actually dialing, it seems. "He has this huge crush on Whitney. Who is--you. Only scary. You're not scary. Because you're nice."

A beat.

"Stop eating my hats, Bobby!"

[twintuitionist]

Juliet recognized a good drunk-dial when she heard it, so she didn't bother calling back. She just saved the message to use for potential future blackmail. And because she wanted to remember to ask Tony later if Rhodey was cute.