Voicemail / Disclaimer

[not_a_parakeet]

You've reached the voicemail of Warren Kenneth Worthington III. Apparently, I'm not able to take your call at the moment, but if you leave a message, I'll do my best to get back to you as soon as possible.

If you're calling to tell me that someone's in trouble, tell me where we need to book the portal to, while you're at it.

BEEP!

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[glacial_witch]

"Warren? It's Karla. I'm not even sure why I'm calling, because it's not like you can get this or anything, but...please, Warren, stay safe. We're working as hard as we can to get everyone home again--" there was a pause as Karla struggled not to cry over the phone "--so please just do whatever you can to stay okay. Okay? And when you get back and the restaurants come back, we'll go out and you can have all my pineapples just as long as you're all right."

[glacial_witch]

Unlike everyone else, Warren got a phone call instead of a text.

"Hey, Warren, it's me. Uhh, Sookie needs a hand with something back home, so a bunch of us, including Bobby, are heading to Louisiana for a few hours to help. We're, uhh, infiltrating an orgy. But everything should be fine! We're just going to break the maenad's hold on everyone's mind and then come right home. Easy-peasy!"

What could possibly go wrong?

[icecoldfrost]

After getting home, and Karla handwavily swearing up and down that she was fine, Emma returned to her room, this time letting the change overtake her as she walked. Making everything feel remote and numb sounded good right about now.

Still, Emma didn't need access to her telepathy to know Karla had been lying her pretty little head off, which is why she was digging out her phone to leave a message.

"Worthington? It's Emma Frost, darling. Go find Karla. She's physically fine, but some bitch just tried to carve her up like a roast and she's about two seconds from a complete meltdown. Kiss kiss."

Text message, sent stupid-ass early Friday morning

[longislandiceme]

Texas bites, dude. FYI.

No, Bobby didn't know Warren was currently a small bird and thus incapable of retrieving text messages.

[glacial_witch]

This was an awkward call to make. As she was punching in his number, Karla realized she probably should have hunted Warren down before now and let him know what was up. Of course, that suggested a forethought and clarity of thinking that Karla had been lacking in the past few days.

"Uh, hi, Warren, it's me. I'm, umm, heading for home right now. Glacia, not the Hall. Look, there's been some awful things going on right now and I'm heading back to try to fix it as best I can, okay? I'll be fine, really! Ben's going with me and Morton will be meeting us there and I'm sure there's nothing to worry about?"

Pause.

"I'll talk to you when I get back. Not sure when that will be, but soon, hopefully. I--Bye."