Voicemail / Disclaimer

[myownface]

"I get my own phone? I get my own PHONE. You have GOT to realize that's going to mean you'll get my voicemail all the time, right? I mean, they can't hand me my own PHONE and then expect me to not use it, so leave a message on my voicemail for me and I'll get back to you, unless I don't. And if that's the case I guess you're going to have to try again later, aren't you? Hah!"

BEEP!

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Hand-Delivery!

[3girls-1core.livejournal.com]

At some point in the day, Sparkle would come back to his dorm and find a card (http://slodive.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/valentine-wallpaper/handmade-valentinesday-card.jpg) on the floor of his room, obviously shoved under the door.

Happy Valentine's Day, Sparkle! I don't know much about the holiday, but the sorority assures me it's as much about friendship as it is romance, and as one of my best friends, I wanted to make sure you got a card.

Thank you for becoming our friend here. It means so much to us.

Happy Holiday,
Sholeh, Zeela, and Zhahar

Phone day!

[bitten_notshy]

[From here, with reference to this.]

Sorry, didn't know what you wanted from the shop was classified information. Won't bother asking next time.

Re: Phone day!

[myownface]

[Went here!]

Wacky Phone Day

[lil-nikita.livejournal.com]

What are you going on about? I haven't seen any squirrels. And I refuse to take responsibility for a squirrel king. I've only been here a few days!

[from here (http://lil-nikita.livejournal.com/904.html?thread=392#t392)]

Re: Wacky Phone Day

[myownface]

[Went here!]

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

[OOC: From here]!

"...wait. STEAL FROM THE TILL?!"

[myownface]

[Went here!]

Crazy Phone Day(s)!

[whenshewasnice]

It was a great morning when you tried to call your mom and just called several other people instead.

"Did I leave my sunglasses over there? Purple ones. Can't find them anywhere. Get back to me if they turn up." She sighed, and her tone turned softer. "Anyway. Je t'aime. Bye."

Re: Crazy Phone Day(s)!

[myownface]

[Reply went here!]

Crazy Phones!

[nomeatvirgin.livejournal.com]

[[ from here ]]

"What you are suggesting is against the law and severly unethical. I will need you to come in and turn yourself in on suspicion of terrorism. Thank you."

Click.

Re: Crazy Phones!

[myownface]

[Reply went here!]

Crazy Phones

[endsthegame]

[[ from here ]]

"I think you've got the wrong person," Ender said easily. "Ben's the one who does the booze and the crisps. Bye."

Re: Crazy Phones

[myownface]

[Redirected to here!]

[thefearwasreal]

[from here]

You don't need my design approval, just get started painting. And don't stop at the back wall either, paint murals over all the walls. The floor and ceiling too if you can reach them.

[myownface]

[Redirected to here!]

[batwaffles.livejournal.com]

[[From here!]]

"Maybe? I never got the memo, but sure, okay, I can roll with it, since let's face it, a rodent monarchy is one of the least bizarro things I've ever found out about since I've been here. Ooo, see? I've learned something new today, and now so have you. Ta-da!"

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

[From here]

"Hugging? What are you talking about? There hasn't been any hugging!"

[myownface]

[Reply went here!]

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

Karina was a giant brat. So, a text:

Guess where I am?

[myownface]

Sparkle... was wary, yes.

Do I have to guess? Where are you?

[sharp_as_knives]

"Good afternoon, Sparkle. This is Hannibal." In case you couldn't tell from his voice; not like it was distinctive or anything. "I was wondering if you might care to drop by the hotel for a late lunch this afternoon. Or if you'd prefer to get away from the island, I could lend you my house keys. Though not my car, I'm afraid." He chuckled. "I doubt my insurance would cover that. Please let me know."

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

It probably wasn't hard to tell when Karina listened to radio since seconds after she heard it, Sparkle got a text:

Shut up. You're just jealous I'm not nice to you.

You know, ignoring all the times she was.

Text message

[voiceoverdue]

Marrying Kenzi 2morrow - ur flower girl! Help w/ dress?

Re: Text message

[myownface]

Wait wut

Somebody had been sleeping off a hangover all day today and had completely managed to miss the memo that something was screwed up around the island again.

Can help w/dress - I work tomorrow. Whats this about flower girl?

TEXT Monday night

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

VEGAS IN 90 MINUTES!

You in?

Re: TEXT Monday night

[myownface]

I have a fake ID and nowhere to be until Thursday. COUNT ME IN.

Valentine's Day Delivery

[3girls-1core.livejournal.com]

Just like last year, Sparkle would find a card (http://browzer.net/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/Click-Pic-for-25-DIY-Valentines-Day-Cards-for-Kids-Rainbow-Heart-x.jpg) next to his door, as well as a container of homemade heart-shaped cookie sandwiches (http://www.wisconsinmade.com/assets/item/large/3274-chocolate-hearts-homemade-sandwich-cookies-L.jpg).

In three different styles of penmanship, the card read:
I read that rainbows are special to boys who like boys and since you're special to me, I thought I'd try to make something special for you. I know we're not as close as we used to be and I think that's mostly my fault for being so scared for so long, but I won't ever forget how much you helped us.

Hugs,
Sho


Hey. This holiday is for chumps. Let's go light fireworks somewhere instead.

-Zee


Happy Valentine's Day, Sparkle. I didn't even give you the burned ones.

-Zhahar

Text message

[sharp_as_knives]

If you would like to speak, I'll be in the hotel the rest of today, or I can stop by the store. I thought it best not to drop by unannounced just yet.

Re: Text message

[myownface]

It took Sparkle a while to fire back a return text. He kept deleting what he had, and then re-typing, and then putting his phone down. And deleting. And trying again.

Finally, he just managed one line in reply.

im at the store

[suitably_heroic]

Yeah, so Atton hadn't exactly felt like contacting any of the people back on Fandom over the past five years - he'd wanted to forget, and he was good at forgetting. But Anakin's recent call had grudgingly jarred his memory, and while he didn't particularly want to think about Sia (and didn't trust Cade, not really, not anymore)--

Well, he gave in to nostalgia just the once. Just enough for a short, snappy email.

Still alive. Apparently skipped five years ahead of you guys. Stuck with a broken Jedi and an old woman who hates me. Long story. Hope you're not dead. - Atton.

He had a feeling he was going to regret this one.

[myownface]

Sparkle sat there in stunned silence for a few minutes, wrapping his head around what he was reading. Atton was alive? And... Well enough to send an e-mail?

He didn't worry too much about the five years thing. He'd known before that Atton was older than he let on while going to school here. Up until getting this, he'd been assuming the worst. This message was a huge relief.

A few minutes more, and Sparkle swore under his breath and hit reply.

You're not dead! Didn't think you were but I was worried. They let you go? You got out? There's a Jedi with you? This isn't like some kind of parole thing, is it? Good to hear from you, man. Thanks for... You know. Letting me know what's up.

Voice-mail

[sharp_as_knives]

After talking to the dean on Friday, Hannibal had unfortunately gotten caught up in handwavy other things, so had decided to give the man a few days to relent. Not that he expected it, but you never knew.

Eventually, though, he did call Sparkle. And got his voicemail.

"This is Dr. Lecter. I spoke to the dean about your friend Atton." There was an audible sigh. "There is some cautiously good news, but I'm afraid on the whole it was a waste. Please call me, or drop by my home if you prefer."

Re: Voice-mail

[myownface]

There wasn't anything quite like playing phone tag, was there? Sparkle made a little face as he got the voicemail from Hannibal, but he left a message all the same.

"Hey, Dr. Lecter. It's Sparkle. Not too surprised the talk didn't go well. Look, I have to work today, but if there's any chance you'll be on the island, I'l be at Dite's until it closes. Or I can try calling back later if that works better. I have news too."

[suitably_heroic]

They were back out there now, and that meant Atton got his own comm again, some semblance of freedom. Still had a short leash, though, but Kreia didn't give a damn about who he sent messages to.

He wasn't so sure what to do with himself. With anything, really. He couldn't talk to Meetra, though one part of him wanted to (but the rest of him was shit-scared and in denial about the prospect) and he didn't have any other friends left in the galaxy.

Well, that galaxy, anyway. He had like... one, somewhere else.

So. Eventually, when the silence became too much, he opened up the comm panel and sent an email - tried to keep it casual. Nobody needed to know exactly how screwed he was on the inside right now.

Still alive. Still, yeah. It was touch and go for a while there. Seems like I'm going to be stuck with this Jedi for a while longer. She's got a bounty on her head, so that's going to be great.

I got nothing to do right now, though. What's going on over there?

Talk about intense cop-out where it came to anything that mattered; there was more he needed to talk to someone about, but somehow it didn't make it onto the screen.

[myownface]

Cop-out or not, it was still good to hear from Atton from time to time. Sparkle grinned a bit as he read the e-mail, and then frowned a bit directly after. 'Touch-and-go' and 'bounty' kind of stood out, especially when it was Atton admitting to them, but he wasn't going to go digging. Not yet, anyway.

Hey! Good to hear from you again, man. You just missed another one of those annoying-not-dangerous island things. A bunch of people got these stones stuck in them, and then for a few days everyone's emotions were all over the fucking place. I got my lip pierced because apparently that seemed like a good idea at the time.

... Okay, Sparkle kind of liked his lip-ring. He just mostly seemed inclined to snark on himself at the best of times, so.

Matches my hair, I guess. Touch and go?

Okay, maybe he was going to poke at that with sticks, after all.

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

So. Karina had heard radio and she knew why it was Sparkle's last day at Demon Marcus for a while, so he was getting a text. It was like she cared or something but shhh, don't tell.

Don't screw up. You'll be fine.

Those were possibly contradictory sentences. Karina didn't care.

[myownface]

Sparkle wasn't entirely convinced that he'd be fine, but he did manage to catch his portal on time that morning and he wasn't drooling on himself, so he figured he was off to a good start.

So far we've just done orientation stuff and vocal warmups. Managed to dodge the screwing-up bullet so far.

Key words: So far.

[Voicemail]

[suitably_heroic]

The first message was a short one. "...Hey, Sparks? Just do me a favor and don't be an idiot, all right? Thanks."

The second was vastly less coherent.

"...should have stayed in that ship, let it drift until the power ran out, let it drift in that battlefield until the storms dragged me down..."

A pause as he scrambled to drag his thoughts back together.

"It's not gonna be like the last time," he said. "This won't end like the Mandalorian Wars-- I won't let it. I have people screaming in my head, Sparks, all those Jedi and those Mandalorians who died here on this Force-forsaken planet. I can't-- just take care, okay? Thanks."

The voicemail clipped off there.

[Voicemail]

[suitably_heroic]

"Hey, Sparks?"

A short pause.

"You know that class we talked about? Yeah, I'm going to do that. Seems like it's as stupid an idea as any."

Another pause. "I'm not doing this alone, though, so I'm drafting you."

Click.

Re: [Voicemail]

[myownface]

Sparkle listened to the voicemail a couple of times, pursing his lips a little while he absorbed that information.

And then he burst out into a fit of cackles. He'd be heading back to the island himself within the week, and he was so looking forward to seeing this.

He couldn't explain to Lewis for the life of him why he was laughing, though. Nope. Not going there at all.

Voicemail

[suitably_heroic]

"Before you bash down my door again, I just got a call from the others and they want me to do some stupid Jedi stuff or whatever. I'll be gone for about a day so it's not like you'll probably even notice, but I figured I'd cover all my bases."

Click.

Voicemail

[suitably_heroic]

See, Atton had considered dropping off another voicemail for Sparkle, but then he'd figured he hadn't been doing it for his more routine missions and there was every chance of this turning into a wild goose chase. Which, fine.

...and then he'd realized he'd stomped off to confront Mical without actually doing any shopping.

"Hey, Sparks? Could you do me a favor? If I don't call back by, like, Tuesday, could you drop off a couple of microwave pizzas at my place? I'll pay you back."

Click.

Look, he figured Sparkle had long since figured out how to break in his apartment.

Re: Voicemail

[suitably_heroic]

It'd been a week, and Atton had no illusions about the fact that he sounded like someone who'd had stuff explode on him. He was actually going to put this off entirely and play it off in class later, but then he'd found the actual pizzas. Sigh.

Thanks for the pizza, he texted. Because voicemail would be a bad idea.