answering machine post!

[victormakesart]

Hey, so, if you're hearing this, I'm elbow deep in paint or trouble. Leave your name (or alias) and number, and day that you called, and message, and I'll get back to you forthwith -- hey, hey, what is it? I'm in the middle of doing one of those phone messages. Oh, that? Just reverse the proton stream, and re-angle the dish -- ahem. Sorry

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[not_an_icebeam]

Billy presses four.

[victormakesart]

"I lied."

Then the whole answering machine message repeats!

[not_an_icebeam]

"!@#$%!"

...Billy presses four again, just to be sure.

[victormakesart]

"Now you're just tempting fate, sweetiepie."

Repeat! Yes, she did record all of this, just in case.

[umbra_ab_luce]

Dark Link presses two on what appears to be a six inch tablet computerphone.

"Guess who?" he asks in his best evil voice.

[victormakesart]

In thirty-two minutes, it is five fifty-seven in the morning, and Victor is still awake because she is slightly questionable. "This my favorite devilishly handsome and ridiculously tall doppelgänger? 'Cause if you're not, I'mma feel awful silly in about seven seconds."

[umbra_ab_luce]

"Hit the nail right on the head. Sorry I've been out of touch for goddessdamned forever; turns out things back home are all sorts of fucked up. And I mean fucked. up. I've got a hold of the master sword now, how's that for irony?"

[victormakesart]

"That's some serious irony. And, oh, honeybee, you gotta take care of yourself. How about coffee? We got a lot to catch up on, yeah?" There's this sound in the background like she dropped a whole handful of bent metal nails into a glass container. (She did. She's cleaning up.)

[alexa_parker]

Alexa presses two.

"Heeeey you. Rico and I both got stood up on a double date and now we're at a diner looking like idiots. You should totally come hang out with us. Unless, I don't know. You're not cool or something. (It's been awhile, so I have no idea if you're still cool.)

This is Alexa, by the way. Cute blonde one. And-"

"HI VICTOR!"

"...Rico says hi. Goddammit, stop eating all the cheesy fries!"

Click!

[victormakesart]

When she gets the message it is twenty-seven minutes later, and she is hopping to put on postshower pants. Hop hop hop. And zip. And a redial, holding the phone between her shoulder and her ear, and trying to tie her shoes at the same time. "Where you at, my dear darling buddies? (I'm still cool!)"

[alexa_parker]

"We're at the Multiverse's Greasy Spoon. Rico's been trying to flirt with the waiter all night but no dice." The coordinates are texted to Victor!

This is not at all late because the mun is lazy. Nope.

[kalel_ofkrypton]

Clark presses two.

"Hey, it's me. Ready to meet the Wall of Weird and go make crop circles? I'm texting you the PINpoint coordinates or however this works."

[kalel_ofkrypton]

A few days after their disastrous encounter in the Nexus, Clark calls her up again. He gets her answering machine a few times and hangs up without saying anything, but finally, he presses two.

"Hey, uh, Victor. It's me. I'm really, really sorry about what happened the other day, with the red kryptonite. I was way out of line. I wish I could say it won't happen again but I don't even know that, so... I'm really sorry."

[victormakesart]

It was a long day, so she slept right through her phone, which never happens to her. Never ever. So when she's up again, she listens to the message groggily, lifts her hand with the phone in it to sleep-blurred eyes.

She texts him:
I failed you. I'm really sorry.

[kalel_ofkrypton]

It's not your fault. I'm a stupid asshole when I'm on red.

[victormakesart]

I should have been smarter or faster than I was. I was foolish, and I should have done better.