Answering Machine

[withoutverona]

"This is Romeo. If thou art a friend, my one wish is that this machine should capture your voice, so we might talk ere long; if thou art not, kindly leave me in peace."

BEEEEEEP.


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Text message, 2 July 2008

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

ohaiyo, aijin. odoranai?

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Yurika had gotten his message, and decided to leave one in return.

"You boys are having fun without me? Shame!" There was the sound of her tsking slightly. "Now I feel all left out."

"Miss you too. Try not to be too naughty, ne?"

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

[Slipped under the door to Room 502 sometime that morning.]

Montague-san,

All morning I spent trying to write this, so if there's anything I forgot, please forgive me. Juliet is dead, and I am sorry for the weekend. It was only Fandom playing games. I am Hinata, and have never been anyone else. I... wouldn't have ever wanted something like that to happen, and I'm...

I'm sorry. More than words can say.

Hyuuga Hinata

Crazy Phone Day

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Hey, um. Hi. It's Ray."

Pause.

"Guess I'm just, uh, checking in to see if you're okay after the whole... underwear. Thing."

Another long pause.

"Right."

Click.

Re: Crazy Phone Day

[withoutverona]

[Passed it on here.]

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"Hi, I'd like to order a medium, thick-crust pizza with extra cheese and pepperoni. Usually room. Thanks." All the boy wanted was a pizza and his video games.

[withoutverona]

[Response went here.]

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

[[ from here ]]

Chad pressed redial to let that guy know that he had the wrong number.

"Uh, sorry, man, wrong number. You might want to try the pizza place again. But, geez, now I'm hungry."

[withoutverona]

[Went to here.]

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

[from here.]

"I am not knowing what drugs you is thinking I am using, or why you is dancing in underthings. But if your wish is to do this on Tuesday, perhaps you should be finding someone else."

[withoutverona]

[Response went here.]

Crazy Phone Day!

[always-damp.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://always-damp.livejournal.com/554.html?thread=64554#t64554).]

"Dude, are you trying to say I have rabies? That's just like, weird."

Re: Crazy Phone Day!

[withoutverona]

[Went here.]

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

Okay, Lacey was getting a little irritated.

"Whoever Eddie is, why don't you tell him yourself? You probably are a two-bit . . . well, something."

[withoutverona]

[Went here.]

[raspberryturk]

"Are you kiddin'? Just 'cause I don't like swimmin' don't mean I can't kick your ass ten ways to Kalm, yo! Bring it on, girlie!"

[From here!]

[bitchprince]

Somewhere far, far midnight, someone is making the no good horrible decision to press a few buttons, which is why the following wound up sent to Romeo's phone:

"--bugger." Scrambling. "Why'd it have to be a chznk'f metal?"

Thunk.

"Music is really loud. 'm gonna sleep now."

Clatter.

End message.

[withoutverona]

Romeo had, for once, listened to radio the night before, so he had some sense of the context of the message when he found it the next morning. Some, because it still didn't make an overabundance of sense.

"Arthur, hello," he said ringing back. "Did you mean to call me to tell me you needed sleep, or have the phones gone berserk again?"

Or just Arthur's poor Blackberry.

"Charming broadcast, by the way. I think the squirrels have it in for you. I'll see you later."

[bitchprince]

If Arthur's poor Blackberry was sentient, it would hate him fiercely for all the buttonmashing. And the shaking. Let's not forget about the shaking.

"I did not call you," he said, once he'd walked through that entire circus again.

He was going to need someone to keep his Blackberry far, far away from him on radio nights.

[withoutverona]

"Yes, you did," Romeo contradicted. "Something about metal and music being too loud. And the sleep bit."

He leaned back against his headboard. "You don't remember at all?"

[bitchprince]

"I think I would remember if I called you," Arthur argued back. Even if it would explain why Leto had thrown a pillow at him that morning, but eh, sense.

[withoutverona]

"Why would I call and say you called me when you didn't?" Romeo bickered in return. "I'm not quite so anxious to hear your voice as that."

[bitchprince]

Arthur took a moment to feel offended on that note. Then again, Romeo was probably in denial. "You could have suffered a bump on the head?" he tried. "Whatever. No, I had no intention of calling you last night."

[withoutverona]

"Oddly particular bump on the head," Romeo said, already dismissing it as a misadventure in drunken and squirrel-addled dialing. "All right. Take care of yourself. I hope the metal and the music don't attack, or anything."

[bitchprince]

"The music attacked well enough last night, but I think it's been defeated," Arthur said, dryly. "I'll be fine--" Barring the horrible headache, "But thank you for your concern, and have a good day."

The implication was a better one than mine so far, please.

[bitchprince]

It had taken some time, but thanks to Reno's aid, Arthur had managed.

There were three whole pictures of Leto Atreides wrangling flamingoes in the park that he had sent to Romeo.

And a text message.

Miss us yet?

[withoutverona]

It took Romeo a good five minutes to stop laughing enough to text back.

Immensely. Why are pink birds attacking Leto?

He ... possibly could have been more concerned, but he figured if it were a real invasion, Arthur wouldn't be texting.

[bitchprince]

If it was a real invasion, there would have been more swords and less use of a phone, most likely.

Lady Alice seems to have coined it as a sport. I don't think live birds were what Leto expected.

[withoutverona]

Romeo's reply was to the point.

Would you?

[bitchprince]

I might have thought to ask before I ordered five and had them shipped into the park.

Not as short, but just as to the point.

[withoutverona]

You're smart. That was Romeo conceding the point, because yeah, he kind of would have asked, too. Failed romantic gesture?

[bitchprince]

Succesful. It's Lady Alice.

Which didn't, mind, make it any less hilarious.

[withoutverona]

It really, really didn't.

I'll make sure Doji sees these.

It might, possibly, reminded her that Romeo could be much worse.

[intraspective]

Ino had an awesome hat, and hadn't really said even hi to Romeo for a while, and so she was going to text him just for fun.

i have the best hat ever, you would laugh. or think it's cute. looots of people have them. fandom is being awesome this month, did you know?

And then she totally sent him a picture of her awesome, awesome hat.

If nothing else, Ino figured it'd give him something to grin about.

[withoutverona]

Romeo's phone beeped, and he laughed and saved the image to his album before texting back.

V. hot, Santa Ino. Hadn't heard re: Fandm since it made me blind. Also fought Jeff. Missed u last weeknd.

[intraspective]

blind?! u got better rite? i was home getting papers done for Zack. see you next for sure, definitely

[withoutverona]

Y, only blind 4 2 days. Don't ask. What papers? And def next time.

[intraspective]

that makes me wanna ask. mean! and Zack visiting my home so papers needed for entering

[withoutverona]

Island went nuts. Again. Rikku worse. Romeo was so, so loving when it came to distracting people from teasing him.

He added, Hope Zack has good visit.

[intraspective]

it is mean to not give details. do I have to come and drag them out of you??? D: and he will--or else!

Or something!

[withoutverona]

She thot she was preg + every1 she talked 2 was father. Worse than being blind! Island in mood.

[intraspective]

Ino just had to laugh at that.

Best. Ever. Mood. i am so sorry!

[withoutverona]

Are not. But it's OK.

[intraspective]

"Hi! It's me!" Because if he didn't know her voice then he was absolutely hopeless, really. Also: she was trying to be cheerful and chirpy here. No need to worry him after the fact, really. "How've you been lately? What's new and exciting? There's not a lot going on 'round here, but um—Fandom went kinda weird for the weekend? It might've got you? I know the weird sometimes does outside of the island. But, anyway, it wasn't too fun. Everyone's okay though and I thought you'd want to know."

Ino hesitated, then: "Bye."

[intraspective]

Ino wasn't sure how serious the weird fog was but she was trying to get better at keeping people in the loop. Which explained the text she sent out Wednesday morning.

There's strange fog outside and people who go out in it get weird. I haven’t gone out but radio says it’s pretty widespread. Just a heads up--I don't know how serious it is.

It looked silly written out like that but she hit send anyway. They deserved to know, even if it made her feel ridiculous.

It was fog. Weirded out by fog. Ugh.

[intraspective]

It was late Sunday night, Fandom time, when Ino left texts for people:

Hi~! <-- That's me being happy at you. The fog is gone and the roaring monsters stopped and Fandom is peaceful again. Rejoice! I am! I have cookies too, nyah!

[intraspective]

In an e-mail sent the evening of August 16, 2010...

To: romeo.montague@fandomhigh.edu
From: ino.yamanaka@fandomhigh.edu
Subject: Fandom Update

Do you remember Paris? When those statues took us, I mean.

… I guess I should say hi first, shouldn't I? So hi. How are you? Probably better than I've been. I know I could pick up the phone and talk, probably should, because now you'll lecture me about how I need to keep you in the loop better but please don't.

I promise your e-mail is the first I've sent. That's probably not super reassuring is it?

I'm physically fine, I promise. Anything else depends on how I'm feeling that day.

It happened again—sort of. No statues this time, but I was out and goofing around with Zack in the preserve one moment and then the next I was in another world entirely with a few other people from Fandom and, as far as we knew, no way out. It was an awful world full of fire and ash and monsters. I could barely breathe there and there were these sirens that would go off and made the walls look like they were bleeding and I spent the whole time being scared out of my mind that we'd be stuck there as long as I was stuck in Paris.

Seven months, for me. I'm good at survival, but I don't think I could've survived seven months there. Isn't that depressing? And yet I couldn't really admit it to anyone there while it was happening. It makes me feel old a bit (don't laugh at me, Romeo; I know where you live) to be one of the few still on the island that remember the statues and what they did. To remember what it was like being stranded without a way to get back for so long.

And Paris was a relatively safe place to have landed, all things considered.

Is it stupid to still be upset about being reminded of it, in the form of a situation far too much like it and a world far worse than it was? The first time was bad enough, the second time—well.

I don't ever want to endure a third time. Definitely not the charm then. Do you think it's likely it'll happen again? Maybe it's cyclical—if that's the case, I think I'm too far in the cycle to have it hit me again before I leave.

Did anything happen to you? Are you guys okay? I know some of the weirdness hits people off the island as well.

It's funny, I actually meant to write you sooner (yes, I know I could call but writing is… soothing. It makes more sense when you can see the whole thing) and talk about a few other things but I guess this is the most important right now.

I'm okay. The island's okay. We were only stranded for a few days and not months.

I just… I don't know. It's still bothering me. I wish I could talk to you about love instead, I had questions and a few—problems, I guess, but they're not—but they're silly things when confronted with everything else.

Miss you. Hope things are going well. I'm sorry if I'm not making sense. Give Dojima-san my love, would you?

[withoutverona]

A few days later, she got an answer.

Text Message

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Gonna be out late for a few days, probably not gonna make it home. Do me a favor & feed alea? carry your Walther & don't let anyone from from hq/factory into apt. love you.