Voicemail

[twintuitionist]

Hello, you've reached Juliet Darling. I must have slipped away for a moment, but leave a message and I'll get back to you. Ciao!

[OOC: This is a roleplaying journal for use at the game fandomhigh. I claim no rights to Dirty Sexy Money, Juliet Darling, or Samaire Armstrong.]

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[endsthegame]

Ender listened to his voicemail. He paused, stared, then listened to it again. And a third time. By the third time, he had developed a minor headache, and dialed Ben's phone.

"Ben, if you're getting this, there's been a minor mobile phone problem that has since been fixed. If this isn't Ben, please don't voicemail irresponsibly today; the lines have once again gone insane. Thank you."

Click.

In retrospect, he probably should've adapted his statement to fit people who hadn't been in Fandom for years and years.