Voicemail

[bloody_luck]

"I have no bloody idea how this thing works. Why am I talking into this? CAN ANYONE HEAR ME? HELLO? HELLO? Bloody, flaming, useless thing, why do I have to tell it that I'm not here? Clearly I am here. I'm bloody talking to it, aren't I? This is --"

*Beep*

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[bitchy_smurf]

[ From here]

"I did not ring you up to speak about 'fashion.' Go naked about your business for all I care; were my armor not useful for protection from the elements and enemies, I would."

[bloody_luck]

[OOC: To here]

[puppy_fair]

[From here!]

After a few squeaky sounds and long pause that is probably being occupied by a flail...

"Everyone is saying you should send me dirty pictures?! I mean, there was that last message telling me that I was flirting, and if you thought I was, why didn't you just say something? But... I mean! This." More squeaking. "This is all so sudden! I don't know what to do!"

[bloody_luck]

[OOC: here!]

[glacial_witch]

[ From here]

"I don't know--what is it you want to get a hotel room for?" Karla sounded more mystified than aggravated.

But only by a little.

[bloody_luck]

[ La.]

[nevertobequeen]

Morgana had experience receiving messages, but she wasn't very good at leaving them, which was why her response was so loud.

"How dare you speak to me of such vulgar things?! Perhaps it is you who should be slapped! I do not wish to know about any part of your anatomy!"

[flowering_mind]

[From here!]

"I don't got happy pills, and I don't need them," she sing-songed. "And you'd better watch what you say to me 'cause crazy phones are not, I know your voice! And flying cars are totally awesome. Can I have one?"