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The Voice Mail Meme

1. Your character just missed a call! Bummer. Was it their work number or their personal phone? What's their voice mail message sound like? Do they have an embarrassing ringtone? Say so in your comment! 

2. Others tag in with a message (or more) that they left after the tone! Is it late at night, or way too early in the morning? Was it was urgent or did they just want to say hi? Maybe they're not impressed with your character's answering machine message. Maybe it's just... heavy... breathing...

3. Call them back! (...or don't if it was the last one!) Text them a quick message if you're busy. Get caught up in phone tag if you keep missing each other's calls. Or, fuck calls, just arrange to meet up somewhere - even surprise them with a visit! Or... just ignore them entirely if you're avoiding them. Never mind that they left twelve messages on your phone...

4. Remember to say something after the beep!

[Beep!]

Comments

Arthur | Inception

[isnt_the_same]

Leave a message after the tone. [Short and to the point.]

[inyourdreams]

You're late....You're never late....Everything okay? Call me.

[isnt_the_same]

No reply. Eames looked up from his newspaper. "Anything yet?" He asked.

[inyourdreams]

She shook her head, looking worried.

"It isn't like Arthur," she said.

[isnt_the_same]

"He'll turn up," Eames said, clearly not as worried as she was.

[inyourdreams]

She sighed.

"You hope," she said as she looked at her phone that still wasn't ringing.

[isnt_the_same]

"You can set your watch by him," Eames said, although, clearly now wasn't a good example.

[inyourdreams]

"Which is exactly my point," she said. "Have you looked at your watch lately? Because he said he'd be here by 10."

It was 10:15. Which probably wouldn't have been an indicator of anything wrong if Arthur were most people, but Arthur is Arthur and he's never late. And if on the off occasion he thinks he might even be the slightest bit, he calls. Or texts. Or emails.

[isnt_the_same]

"Dear," Eames drawled as a waitress came over to refill his coffee cup. "Relax."

[inyourdreams]

She gave him a pointed look. She didn't like anyone telling her to relax. And maybe she's just a bit on edge from a recent job that didn't go quite as planned.

"Tell me your not at least a little bit worried," she said. "Dear."

[isnt_the_same]

Eames was about to speak up when her phone trilled. Get to a secure location.

[inyourdreams]

"We need to go," she said seriously after looking at the message and then handing the phone to Eames for him to see as she got up to gather her things.

[isnt_the_same]

"And we were enjoying such a nice breakfast." Eames got up, set down some money, and folded up his newspaper, leaving it off to the side of his full cup of coffee.

[inyourdreams]

She pulled on her coat and grabbed the bag her laptop was in. She was too worried now to even give Eames the "I told you so" she would have normally when she was right about something.

"Where are we going?" she asked quietly, knowing he'd already have a place in mind.

[isnt_the_same]

"Hotel," Eames said as they made it to the sidewalk and he hailed a cab. They couldn't go back to Arthur's place, obviously, and neither Eames nor Arthur had a safe house within city limits or even just outside the city.

[inyourdreams]

Once they were in the cab on the way to a hotel, she text Arthur back.

Where are you?

[isnt_the_same]

Procure a first aid kit. Was the only reply she got. The cab stopped in front of the Savoy and Eames paid the driver before they got out.

[inyourdreams]

"Shit," she said under her breath when she read the message. "We need medical stuff."

She looked at Eames as the car pulled away.

[isnt_the_same]

"Alright, you go check in. I'll run down to a drugstore, okay?" He asked, looking around.

[inyourdreams]

"Okay," she said, texting Arthur as she walked in.

We're on it.

She put her phone in her back pocket as she got up to the desk, asking if they had any suites available for a couple nights.

[isnt_the_same]

There was a suite available with a king sized bed. The front desk attendant looked her over as she told Ariadne the price per night.

[inyourdreams]

She didn't even blink at a price like that anymore, nor did she react to the usual looks she got when in a place like this without Arthur around. She just pulled out her American Express Black card, not in her real name of course, and placed it on the counter.

[isnt_the_same]

She eyed the card and then swiped it, handing it back to Ariadne. "Have a nice stay, Ms. Watson," the front desk attendant said as she handed over the key card to the suite.

[inyourdreams]

"Thanks," she said as she took both cards and headed for the elevator bank. A bell hop came to help her with her bags, which she didn't have, and she dismissed him by saying 'her bags would be arriving later.' She figured rich people did all sorts of weird stuff like that.

1125 she texted Eames.

Is it safe to tell you where we are? she texted Arthur on the way up the elevator.

[isnt_the_same]

Yes. Arthur replied.

Eames was making his way back.