Rm 332, Saturday evening

[bad_nose_job]

Penelope had spent the afternoon reading, that was until a couple phone calls interrupted the peaceful quiet of her day. So of course she returned them, mildly confused, but determined to put her mind at ease once more.

[Open, of course.]

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[likes_chicken]

Hurley knocked on Penelope's door, completely unaware of any message she may have intended to leave him. Or that he'd even sent her a message.

"Hey, I brought some brownies I picked up on my way home from work," he said.

[bad_nose_job]

"Aw, you're so thoughtful," she exclaimed, practically hopping over to him so she could greet him with a kiss.

"I'm glad you decided to stop by."

[likes_chicken]

"Best hello ever," Hurley said, kissing her back. "And it seemed like a good way to spend the evening and stuff."

[bad_nose_job]

"And discuss a dinner date?" she asked, grinning at him.

[joan_notjane]

Joan walked in the room, looking puzzled.

"I just got a really weird message."

[bad_nose_job]

"You know, I've recieved one today myself," she said, looking over at her roommate. "Someone must have simply dialed the wrong number."

Maybe.

[joan_notjane]

"Huh, I guess so," Joan said. "Whoever it was said something about the phones though."

[bad_nose_job]

"That's strange," she said. "Recognize the voice?"