Voicemail / Disclaimer

[apocalipped]

You've reached the phone of Jonothon Starsmore. If it was important enough for you to call, I suppose it's probably important enough for you to leave a message, too. I'll get to it sooner or later, probably.

BEEP.

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[blondecanary]

A photo of Momoko getting a shave was sent, as one as well of her and Dinah doing the No Contract dance.

Wearing the big boy pants. How are you doing?

[apocalipped]

Jono sometimes wondered about those girls. He really did.

... Fondly. But still.

Still wearing my own big boy pants, thank god. You two aren't wreaking too much havoc around Glacia, are you?

[blondecanary]

Dinah snickered at that, fingers rapidly moving over her phone as Momoko winced at the aftershave options.

Naaaah. Distributing Truth via flyers. And sometimes getting thrown out of towns. But it's getting less and less.

Also: Almost killed by the guys. Dinah snapped a picture of their commandos, who were used to this by now, and the barber, who was blinking at her in confusion. Be proud! They were on the alert for strange men flying into camp!

[apocalipped]

They've been trained well, then. Still sorry I can't be there.

Jono looked at the photo with a sort of bittersweet smile. He didn't want to admit it, but he missed the hell out of Glacia, if not the war.

How are the flyer reserves holding up? Will you be needing more soon?

Late Sunday / Super Early Monday

[give_areason]

Amelia probably should be asleep, since it was really, really late, but she’d been reading and then there had been supper to make and dishes to do and a shower to take and now, after all of that, she wasn’t sleepy.

Normally, if she couldn’t sleep, Amelia would do something around the house. At home, there was always something to do, since Elena was a baby and Dad was busy. But the house she had been spending this weekend in was already clean and the bookstore was tidy and she didn’t really want to read now anyway, though that was an option.

She couldn’t even practice shooting, since all the guns lying about the place were toys. Ugh. Though it was bad manners anyway to practice with someone else's weapons

Re: Late Sunday / Super Early Monday

[apocalipped]

Ha! As if Jono ever slept anyway. He was a little more exhausted than usual- chasing a handful of small children around for four days instead of two would do that, after all, but even with most of the kids tucked away in bed, he still had the usual compliment of nightmares and insomnia to deal with.

So no, Jono most certainly wasn't asleep yet when he answered his phone, though he did sound slightly groggy all the same.

"H'lo?"

It had been an eventful few days.

Re: Late Sunday / Super Early Monday

[give_areason]

It hadn’t been for her! Though she was terribly, terribly bored, hence the phone call.

(And maybe a little lonely, but big girls weren’t supposed to feel like that and Dad said she had to be good, so she tried really, really hard to pretend she wasn’t.)

“Hello,” she said, her little girl voice very serious, even though she was excited that he’d answered at all. “Are you Jo-I mean, Mr. Jono?”

Re: Late Sunday / Super Early Monday

[apocalipped]

Mister Jono? That was a new one, even for Jon. Generally, they at least called him Mr. Starsmore. Which, for the record, drove him insane. Formalizing his nickname was just kind of hilarious.

"One in the same, though just 'Jono' will do fine," he replied, not quite able to bite back a smile. "Can I help you with something, luv?"