∞ IC Contact

[designedtoparty]

Phone Call ∞ Voice Mail ∞ Text Message


Hey, man! How's it going?

[Paaaaaauuuuuse. Just to let you start talking. Five seconds later he cuts in, sounding a little smug.]

No, wait. Sorry. I'm going to have to stop you there.

Nathan's not answering his phone right now, so you're getting his voice mail instead. He's probably off having a nice shag somewhere. Or... well, okay, probably just a wank, but you never know. If you know where he is, you're more than welcome to join him. If you don't, you can leave him a message. He might try and get back to you at some point.

Comments

VOICEMAIL

[adamantined]

[Claire doesn't immediately start talking, because being fooled once by a voicemail message means that you have to exercise a certain amount of caution before trying again.]

Nice message. This is Claire. Bennet... Why are you referring to yourself in the third person? Actually, don't answer that. I'm just calling about... well, what we talked about the other day. Meeting up and stuff. I know I said sometime this week, but something kind of came up, and I'm not sure if right now's a good time. Let me know whenever's good for you, if you still want to.

VOICEMAIL - I'M REALLY SORRY. Pretend this didn't take days and days to respond to? D:

[designedtoparty]

You know, I would, but it's a little hard to say if I don't know how long whatever's 'kind of come up' is going to take. How long a we talking here. A week? Two? A month?

Seriously, though. I do nothing with my time. Whenever you're freed up is probably a safe bet.

TEXT | no worries at all!

[adamantined]

i don't know really. have you been having trouble sleeping?

TEXT

[designedtoparty]

Yes. Although I imagine that's probably due to the horrible stabbing sensations in my chest. Do you have those?

TEXT

[adamantined]

not as a regular thing, no. have you taken anything to help with the pain?

[ TEXT ]

[pyromatique.livejournal.com]

You know I'm only fucking messing with you, right? I hope you haven't gone crying to some cop. Cause then I'd really have to kill you.

[ TEXT ]

[pyromatique.livejournal.com]

Roast you. Can't kill you. I get it. Stupid fucking immortals.

[ TEXT ]

[designedtoparty]

Calm down, man. I'm only fucking messing with you. I haven't gone crying to anyone.

[ TEXT ]

[pyromatique.livejournal.com]

Good. Better make sure it fucking stays that way if you're going to keep texting me with shit.

[ TEXT ]

[designedtoparty]

Hey, I'm not doing anything. You're the one who keeps texting me with threats.

» text

[thenormalsquint]

wanna see some hott and sexxy pics i took at the beach? click here. :)

» text

[designedtoparty]

ffs. If you're going to send me 'sexxy' pictures you could at least make sure they're the real deal.

» text

[thenormalsquint]

why are you texting me? in fact, who the hell gave you my number?

» text

[designedtoparty]

wtf are you on about? You text me.

✉ package

[feorge]

[Unmarked, left at Nathan's door.

Just this and a box of tissues in a gift bag.

Enjoy. ♥]

[calling]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Hi. Nathan? Can I see you today?

[calling]

[designedtoparty]

Sure. What's up?

[calling]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

It's nothing huge, I promise. You wanna stop by mine?

[calling]

[designedtoparty]

Not feeling the angel mojo today, huh? I'll be right over.

[calling]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

K, see you soon.

text:

[charring]

So...I found a picture of us during that mistletoe curse.

text:

[designedtoparty]

That memorable? Maybe we should try that again some time. ;)

Re: text:

[charring]

If I wasn't concerned Ed would go after you, I'd say sure. I didn't take this picture. I think it's part of todays curse. Do you mind if I keep it?

text:

[designedtoparty]

Ed doesn't have to know. Keep it if you want. You could keep it under your pillow.

text:

[charring]

Ed is a vampire. He'd smell it on me. This picture is going on the chalkboard wall in my kitchen.

[And a minute or so later, Charlie's sent a picture-text of the picture in question, taped to the chalkboard wall in her kitchen. Around it, the beginnings of a hand-drawn picture frame in white and blue chalk.]