Answering Machine
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"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
Date: 2008-07-02 06:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-23 02:40 am (UTC)"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?"
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Date: 2008-10-13 02:16 pm (UTC)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
Date: 2009-01-18 01:09 pm (UTC)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
Date: 2009-01-18 01:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-18 06:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-18 06:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-18 06:18 pm (UTC)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."
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Date: 2009-01-18 06:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-18 09:17 pm (UTC)"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."
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Date: 2009-01-19 03:36 am (UTC)Crazy Phone Day!
Date: 2009-01-18 10:34 pm (UTC)"Dude, are you trying to say I have rabies? That's just like, weird."
Re: Crazy Phone Day!
Date: 2009-01-19 03:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-19 01:28 am (UTC)"Whoever Eddie is, why don't you tell him yourself? You probably are a two-bit . . . well, something."
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Date: 2009-01-19 03:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-19 04:59 am (UTC)[From here!]
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Date: 2009-05-27 09:56 am (UTC)"--bugger." Scrambling. "Why'd it have to be a chznk'f metal?"
Thunk.
"Music is really loud. 'm gonna sleep now."
Clatter.
End message.
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Date: 2009-05-27 01:37 pm (UTC)"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."
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Date: 2009-05-27 01:43 pm (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2009-05-27 01:50 pm (UTC)He leaned back against his headboard. "You don't remember at all?"
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Date: 2009-05-27 01:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-27 02:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-27 02:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-27 02:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-27 03:15 pm (UTC)The implication was a better one than mine so far, please.
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Date: 2009-07-02 07:51 pm (UTC)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?
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Date: 2009-07-02 10:26 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2009-07-03 04:20 am (UTC)Lady Alice seems to have coined it as a sport. I don't think live birds were what Leto expected.
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Date: 2009-07-03 11:31 am (UTC)Would you?
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Date: 2009-07-03 11:33 am (UTC)Not as short, but just as to the point.
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Date: 2009-07-03 11:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-03 11:52 am (UTC)Which didn't, mind, make it any less hilarious.
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Date: 2009-07-03 12:08 pm (UTC)I'll make sure Doji sees these.
It might, possibly, reminded her that Romeo could be much worse.
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Date: 2009-12-14 03:24 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2009-12-14 03:31 am (UTC)V. hot, Santa Ino. Hadn't heard re: Fandm since it made me blind. Also fought Jeff. Missed u last weeknd.
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Date: 2009-12-14 03:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-14 03:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-14 03:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-14 02:09 pm (UTC)He added, Hope Zack has good visit.
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Date: 2009-12-14 04:48 pm (UTC)Or something!
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Date: 2009-12-14 05:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-14 11:43 pm (UTC)Best. Ever. Mood. i am so sorry!
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Date: 2009-12-15 01:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-11 11:27 pm (UTC)Ino hesitated, then: "Bye."
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Date: 2010-03-24 01:11 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2010-03-29 12:54 am (UTC)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!
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Date: 2010-08-17 12:02 am (UTC)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?
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Date: 2010-08-18 06:03 pm (UTC)Text Message
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