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[Ring... ring... ring... ring... huh, he's not picking up his cell. Maybe he's working late!]

Hi there, you've reached the Hiroto Hotline! Heheh. I'm probably at work or with the kids right now. Sorry I missed you, but leave a message after the beep and I'll be sure to get back to you as soon as I can~!

Done. ...Hey, Ryuuji, how do I turn the thing off? Hit this button, ri--

[Beeeeeeeeeeeep.]

You've reached the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. We can't take your call right now, but please leave a message after the beep and we will get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you, and have a good day!

[Here's hoping you're not a prank caller! But for her personal number:]

Hello, this is Ororo speaking. I am unavailable at the moment, but please feel free to leave a message and I will return your call as soon as I am able to. Thank you.

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Hey, this is Johnny Storm of the Fantastic Four. You might have heard about me because I'm kind of a big deal. Anyway, I've got some questions about your school. Call me back.

[ It's late in the afternoon when she finally gets back to call him back at the number he left. ]

-- Yes, hello, is this Mr. Storm? [ ... that. didn't sound right - ] That is, Mr. Johnny Storm? This is Ororo Munroe, from the Xavier Institute.

[He catches the way she says his name like a question.] Yep, that's me. Total porn star name, I know. I've never decided if I like it or if I should blame my parents.

Anyway. I hear your place is for people who are different. Would you happen to do something like, uh, tutoring someone out of high school?

[ Ororo has to chuckle a little bit at his first comment, wondering how he might feel about some of the codenames they took.

But, anyway. ] Well, Mr. Storm, we are a school, first and foremost. Why not just enroll?

The thing is, I really don't wanna be creepy being a grown ass dude around a bunch of kids. Also, I'm different, but not exactly in the way you guys are? Went into space and came back with some crazy DNA. I'm trying to get a better handle on some stuff, but I'm getting pretty tired of seeing Reed's face everyday.

[Stop for breath, whew unexpected life story.]

So I thought I'd find a bunch of experts instead of just one.

[ The sound of typing in the background. Someone's pulling up his backstory on the internet! She probably should have done this earlier, but yay for multitasking? ]

Hmm, yes, I can see what you mean about "different, but not really." [ Ororo chuckles. ] Of course, we've not done this sort of thing before - we've only ever had students from middle-school and high school, after all. But I'm sure we can think of something for your case.

[There's the sound of something frying in the background -- spattering oil and the hiss of water evaporating. Someone's busy.]

Hi, I can't come to the phone right now, so please leave a message. I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

Heeeey, Senpai, it's Kanji. I, uh... I know you're busy, but I'm pretty sure I left something important at your house and reeeaaally need it back. Call me when you got a sec, alright? Thanks!

[A little while later, and Souji's calling back.]

Kanji? Sorry, I had to take Nanako to Junes. We're making dinner tonight.

...Oh! Hey, Senpai... I figured it was something like that. How's she doing, anyways?

[And Kanji sounds like he just woke up, whoops.]

Pretty good. She really wanted some octopus hot dogs. Actually, she asked about you the other day...

...Sorry, did I wake you up? I can call back.

[It's hard to answer the phone when you're an Avenger]

You have reached the voice mail of Captain Steve Rogers. Please leave your name and a short message after the tone and I will get back to you as soon as possible.

Steve! This is extremely important! It has to do with art. Call me back as soon as you're not in danger.

[Have a text instead.... a text that almost comes too fast.]

Just got back, but I'm going to a debriefing meeting soon. What was the question?

Okay, so maybe this isn't as important as I made it seem in the voice mail. But I am at the craft store and paints are on sale. Do you use watercolors or acrylics?

[He almost laughs when he reads the text. Well, it wasn't important but it was nice.]

I usually use watercolor. Acrylic is kind of hard to work with for me.

[She didn't think he'd call or text back if she didn't make it sound very important.]

Got it. I'll pick you up some watercolors.

[Hey, he calls back eventually. It's not like he's like Stark or anything...]

You sure? You know you don't have to.

[Oh, she knows. But she's at the store now.]

They are already in my basket.

[Her voice is basically radiating awkward right now.]

Are you... busy? I could use a graceful exit from something.

[Have a text sent back a few minutes later.]

I'll be free in 5 minutes. Want to me somewhere?

[She considers that for a moment before texting him the address of a little bookstore a few shops down from where she is. She could wait where she is, but she'd rather remove herself from the current environment, all things considered.

When he reaches it, he'll find her browsing fiction fairly near to the front, shoulders hunched in and body language screaming I'm not interested, don't talk to me.]

[True to his word, five minutes later, Steve headed for the address sent to him. It was a small bookshop, one he was rather familiar with, himself. It was a place where he picked up a few drawing and painting books months ago.

He noticed her in the front and from the looks of it, she didn't look like she was doing too well.]

...You doing okay?

I'm fine. [She manages a smile - not heartfelt, admittedly, but maybe a little reassuring.] I just - agreed to meet an old colleague. [It didn't go well, in the sense that it didn't go at all.]

So it didn't go well?

[He asked earnestly, because obviously, there was some type of problem, or else he wouldn't be called, right? Or maybe Bryce... wanted to tell him it went well?

Then again, this was Bryce...]

I didn't... I chickened out.

Well... I'm sure you had a reason, right?

[She winces.] Sort of.

[Mostly, she really doesn't want to face up to what her life used to be vs. what it became.]

[ google voice, anyone? ]

Hi there, and thanks for calling! I can't pick up the phone right now, but feel free to leave a message or text me if you're able.

Hi! This is Nagisa! Looks like you missed me! Leave a message or text me, and I'll get back to you! Thanks!

[Nice and cheery. He might be in class. Or swimming. Or ignoring his phone. ~~Or trespassing somewhere. Again.~~]

Nagisa. Pick up. Damnit, it's important!

[Lalalala.

Few minutes later, well! You've got a call, Rin!]

[ oh good!!!! he's answering it!!! ]

...Finally. [ a RELIEVED sigh ]

Hey, Rin-chan! What's up?

[Welp. Sounds happy. Probably means he hasn't gotten in trouble with any major authority figures.

Today.]

[ yeah, today.... good job, nagisa!!! ]

Haru isn't answering my calls. Do you know if the idiot fell asleep in the tub again...?

...Does Haru-chan ever answer calls?

I can go check on him, though. Mako-chan told me where the spare key is!

Yeah. Do that.

And I don't know. I haven't bothered trying before.

There's a really simple way to think of Haru-chan's relationship with his phone -- opposite of water.

Why does he even have one?

Because sometimes he remembers he has it and sometimes actually answers it.

[In a automated female's voice]You've reached the voice mail of [Suddenly, a gruff male's voice comes through the speaker] I don't understand. Why...Why do you want me to say my name? [And then there's the sound of numbers being dialed at random.]

Alternatively, you can Listen to it for yourself.

Sherlock Holmes. Though you have gone out of your way to take the time to dial my number and call me, do not expect for me to offer the same "kindness" in return.

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[Just two rather breathy words]

Hello, cheekbones.

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Busy. No time to humor you.
SH

...So.

I need a favour. A big one, Sherlock, this is - well. Better tell you in person.

Call me back when you can. Please. Or text, I s'pose.

The tone in your voice indicated embarrassment rather than fear, desperation, or severity; so you're getting a text. What?
SH

No, it's not too severe.

Am worried what Mary'll think though.

You know I've never really danced before and I'm just realizing this now?

That's all?
SH

John, I like to see myself as a well rounded man with many talents. Dancing being one of them.
SH

I'm sure I could teach you a simple waltz, throw in a twirl or a dip if you want to try to impress your to-be-wife.
SH

You know how to dance? YOU know how to dance. Really?

Yes, I do. Very well, I might add. You do understand that how you're processing this information through that thick head of yours isn't making me want to help alleviate you regarding your situation, right?
SH

Is that a 'yes, you'll help me', or 'no, i'm being too much of an insufferable prick at the moment'?

Even if that was a terribly inaccurate portrayal of me, that was a yes, I will help you.
SH

Seemed spot on, in my opinion. Besides the point, you're a life saver. 221B? I'd prefer Mary not ...er. Question anything, if you know what I mean.

Many of your opinions, excluding medical, have been wrong. Where else? And I shan't utter a word.
SH

That's not true. Not many, a few maybe, not many.

Would you like me to start listing them? I doubt even I could remember them all.

[ Wrong number. Definitely the wrong number. Ordinarily he'd have just hung up and dialed the right number but that name throws him off guard and he stares at his phone. ]

[ There's a short few seconds of silence and then the unmistakable sound of gunshots followed by a sharp cry of surprise from what is unmistakably a child's voice. ]

[Professional:]

You've reached Special Agent Norman Jayden. I can't get to the phone right now, so leave me a detailed message with your name, number, and reason for your call, and I'll return it as soon as possible. If this is an emergency, please hang up and dial 9-1-1.

[His voice is even, his words enunciated, even with the accent. It's probably been recorded fifty times to get it that pitch perfect.]

[Private:]

[The number is an entirely different one than his professional phone, and it isn't Norman's voice. It's the pre-recorded message.

Anyone tracing a call will find only a burner at the other end.]

The number you have dialed, 202-555-3782, is not available. Please leave a message after the beep.

Hey, this is Lindsey. I can't pick up the phone right now, but I'll get back to you as soon as possible.

[He's silent for several moments. He shouldn't have called. Getting her voicemail doesn't reassure him at all, and he can't leave a message or Goodkat will know. The police, when they check her messages, will have a way to tie him here.

He'll have to trust that she's okay and she knows. He hangs up without saying anything.]

[ The 5 second message of dead air has her staring down at her cell, a frown twisting across her face. There aren't many people who would call her on this phone using a restricted number.

In fact, she can't think of more than one. ]

That had better not be a 'I'm about to die and I wanted to say goodbye call.'

[ She has no way to call him back, Slevin had never really used the phone, preferring to meet face to face – understandable, given his line of work, but she'd never thought of how frustrating it could be.

But, maybe he still has Nick's phone? She dials it, worrying at her lip as she waits to see if anyone would pick up. ]

((ooc: okay, way too excited at seeing Slevin around, but ♥ to you!))

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[Slevin is sitting by one phone and holding another. The landline he would have let go to the machine, but when it's the cell in his hand that rings, he answers immediately. With the timeframe, there's only one person it could really be.

Relief makes his voice harsh, affection warms it, but she's right: there's a reason he doesn't use them as himself. That hasn't exactly changed.]

Hey. Meet me?

((OOC: Or just excited enough?? You should hear the noise I made when my friend linked me Lindsey. Also, confession that I have no clue what I'm doing with this, I just had to reply.))

Uh- where?

[ Whatever she had originally planned to say is forgotten at the invitation. (The cell phone idea had worked, this time, but who knew for how long that would have been the case?) ]

And hi. [ She runs a hand through her hair, tugging at a stray lock. ]

Glad to know you're okay. This is totally unexpected, I hope you realize.

((ooc: Winging it definitely is a good plan. :D ))

Hi. [The accusation in her voice makes him smile, and that comes through a little in his. That and the dry amusement:] That's why I did it, I hope you realize.

There's a cute little coffee shop on the corner of sixth and Main. Can you come this afternoon? 2ish? I'll find you.

[The stubble from his regrowing mustache and beard is itchy, and he scratches at it idly, fidgeting, anxious. It's unnerving, having consequences he's not willing to face. Having collateral damage he's not willing to see come to harm.

He wouldn't change any of it.]

((OOC: So I guess this is post-movie, probably on the run from all the people the events of the movie pissed off, including being wary of Goodkat. Willing to wing it with whatever on Lindsey's end.))

Lucky for you, I happen to like surprises.

[ Keeping her voice light, she matches his tone - unimpressed, rather than amused.

Like anger goes away that quickly. The last time she'd talked to him was weeks ago. They'd been able to spend all of three days together after the meeting with Smith - no - Goodkat, when he'd said he'd had to go. She'd... gone one with her life. Went back to her apartment, and work like nothing had changed at all.

The question is whether she really wants to, she can easily make the meeting. All she needs to do is delay her lunch break, but seeing someone face to face is different from a conversation over the phone.

Her answer, when it comes, is serious. ]

I can be there for half an hour, from 2.

You're paying. [ It's thrown out to break a little of the heaviness that had fallen into the conversation. ]

((ooc: That works for me. ))

[And he waits. It's the least he can do, because even though he's kind of a dick, he can still recognize when something is a dickish move. He just hadn't really cared - hadn't really known he could be a happier, warmer person even when he's not playing a part - until she'd come flying into his life in a bathrobe and what he could only call houseboots in his head.

He hadn't given her much in exchange, he realizes. He hadn't had much to offer beyond himself, his attention, and his sincere desire to do better.

Then she says that and he's agreeing immediately.] Done.

I'll find you. [Normally he'd just hang up; assassins don't really do extraneous courtesy. But now he hesitates and then dithers just a little over what he should even say. Just goodbye? Love you? Have a nice day at work?

Well. There's one thing that's true, and that he owes her anyway, so he offers it:] I'm sorry, Lindsey. [and then disconnects.]

((OOC: \o/ Perfect.))

[ That she got an apology is a huge deal, she knows. It that doesn't stop her from rolling her eyes at her phone when he hangs ups.

She gives herself a minute to gather herself, before resuming her pre-work routine. If she dresses a little nicer than she would usually, no one is there to call her out on it.

The day flies by, and before she knows it, she's getting out of a taxi in front of the coffee shop, looking through the front windows at the tables within.

Her watch reads 2:07. ]

[Goodkat taught him, through years of training and calling him on his temper and his recklessness, to have stone-faced patience when necessary. He can wait out a target for days if necessary, he can look into the eyes of men like the Boss and the Rabbi and not falter as long as he has a purpose. That doesn't mean that when his watch says 2:03 and he hasn't seen her, he doesn't feel his stomach starting to tense up, that he doesn't catch himself wanting to leave and check her apartment, the morgue, make sure she's okay.

But he doesn't. He sits tight because he trusted her before, he can trust her now. He already feels mildly guilty for not actually being at the coffee shop, but he doesn't think she'll be surprised anyway that he's on the second floor balcony of the museum across the street, leaning against a wall, pretending to use a pair of binoculars to watch some birds sitting along the top of buildings. It's New York. No one looks twice at him.

He finally feels like he can breathe when he finally sees her get out of the taxi.

He lets her go into the shop, watches her try to decide whether to go through the line or not, watches her select a table. Watches the other people around her, the people who come and go after her, but no one's paying her any special attention. She's not checking around her for a vehicle with police in it, sitting, waiting to descend on Slevin Kelevra, aka Goodkat, aka Henry Mason for the murder of several high profile criminals.

He slouches when he comes in, but he doesn't waste time walking to her, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his hoodie, head ducked as though against the chill of the day but conveniently out of sight. When he slides into the chair across from her, though, he smiles.]

Of all the coffee shops in all the world, fancy meeting you here.

Casablanca. Really? [ He knows how that movie ends, right?

She rests her forearms against the edge of the table, leaning forward to study him. He seems to be fine, which is all she could ask for really.

She smiles in return, quick and bright. Okay, so she's definitely happy to see him, that she's sure of. ]

Hmm, I'll have a medium cinnamon mocha, and one of their cheese croissants.

[ Food first, everything else later. ]

Please and thank you.

[He smiles then, sheepish and young in a way he hasn't felt sincerely in a long time, because he knows exactly what she's thinking. Helplessly, he replies:] Can't resist a classic, no matter what happens.

[He's not surprised when she smiles, not really, but it makes his heart jump a little. Evidence that maybe she' still mad, but not insurmountably. They don't actually know each other very well, but he does know her well enough to be sure that she wouldn't bother pretending to be anything other than level ten pissed if she was; he's also not surprised she hits him with a food order first.

Slevin nods, instead.] Coming right up.

[He gets a black coffee and a raspberry scone for himself, smiling charmingly for the cashier, and by the time he's returned to the table he thinks he has a gameplan.

Of course, Lindsey has an effortless habit of being a game changer, so maybe that won't mean as much as it might with other people.]

Thanks for coming.

[ It's only a self-fulfilling prophecy if they make it that way, she supposes, head resting on her arm.

She studies Slevin while he waits in line. He doesn't seem all that different - though maybe - the way he carries himself? It wasn't as if she had been paying the utmost attention with all the other things that had been going on. ]

I did say I would.

[ She reaches forward to pull her cup and plate towards herself, idly stirring at the coffee. ]

And it's a chance to try out a new cafe; though I can't say the same for the company.

Maybe - I was hoping for a chance to get a story out of it. [ She finishes, with a playful lilt. She bites into her croissant right after.

His turn. ]

[His turn. He breathes out.

Slevin Kelevra had been an identity completely crafted, completely fabricated, to be non-threatening and forgettable; he'd stammered at the Boss, run his mouth at the Rabbi, and asked silly, disrespectful questions to make himself foolhardy and bumbling. A man unlucky enough to have a condemned apartment, a cheating girlfriend, and get mugged.

A man able to tell hard-eyed gangsters the truth while looking them square in the face and have them overlook it.

But some of Henry Mason had seeped in around the edges with Lindsey: the less sharp-edged sense of humor, the quick wit, the Bond obsession, and the fact that when he decides to be reckless he doesn't hold back. He carries himself differently now because he's not the man she first met at all, but maybe there was enough of who he really is - whoever that is - that this won't blow up in both their faces.]

It starts with a horse.

My dad bet on it, and he borrowed money to do it, and when the steroids they were pumping into it made it outrun its own ability and it died, the people he borrowed from came to collect. It was the first time he'd gambled, ever, the first time he'd done anything like that, and they decided to make an example out of him.

Smith was supposed to kill me, too, but he didn't. He took me with him instead, and when I was good enough, we put this job together. We were supposed to get in, take out the bad guys, and get back out.

That... didn't exactly happen.

[ As he talks, she breaks off pieces of her croissant, eating so as not to interrupt. It's a lot to take in, though the parallel between his first meeting with Smith and the incident at the airport isn't lost to her.

It doesn't make it any less infuriating that he had left, though it is understandable. Not just because of his choice of career - killing people for money just isn't going to be a respectable career overnight - but also why and who exactly has defined his life for so long.

She swallows quickly when he's done. ]

Which is good. [ Or else he wouldn't be here. Which is obvious, of course. But the repetition, she feels, in necessary in this case.

It all sounds outlandish; but she'll give him the benefit of the doubt, and he has to know she'll be doing her own little bit of digging herself. ]

You know, when I asked for a story, I wasn't expecting anything quite like that. [ She pauses. ] Was it worth it?

"Heeeeeey~ Kujikawa Rise here. Leave a message and I'll get right back to ya~! ♥"

Hey, Rise. I was wondering if you were doing anything today, get back to me if you can. Later.

[CALLING BACK RN]

Senpai! Senpai! My calendar's completely freeee~! Got any big plans?

[Well!! He wasnt expecting it that fast.]

It's nothing too big, actually. I was just wondering if you wanted to do anything. Also, you would have answered if you were free, right? [A JOKE]

[Senpai's her favourite, so of course she has to answer fast. ~~Or some girl might sneak up and snag him =n=~~]

Well, maybe~ [Gotta play coy for Senpai!] But I wouldn't mind doing something! We could go shopping or see a movie. Or maybe a nice dinner together?

[Huh. She really is into this thing, isn't she. He just lets out soft laugh.]

This is sounding more like a date, isn't it? But I don't mind with any of those. How about a movie, first?

...Y-you mean its not a date?!

Uh, sure, Senpai! A movie is great, b-but you know we don't have to do all of that stuff.

[Nervous laughter. Aha, she's making a fool of herself now.]

[...wait, did he say something wrong? He's tilting his head a bit.]

Here, let me try again then. Hey, Rise, you wouldn't mind going on a date with me, would you?

[WHY NOT he's got nothing left to lose and if it'll ~~get him a ranku up~~ get him closer with her, he'd probably be okay with it.]

Hey, you've reached Ellie. Sorry I missed your call, but leave a message and I'll get back to you ASAP.

Yes, hello. This is Iris Simpkins. I'm very sorry that I missed your call but I would be happy to get back to you. Please leave a message and I'll return your call as soon as humanly possible. Thank you.

You have reached the voice mail of Ferox A Cousland.

Press one if you would like to leave a message for the king of Ferelden.

Press two to leave a message for Ferelden Warden Commander.

Press three to leave a message for Teyrn Cousland.

Press four to leave a message in the general mailbox for any other Ferox along with a short description of the man you are looking for.

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He-eeey. Johnny here. Bummer that I missed your call, but I will totally get back to you as soon as I can. You know what to do when you hear the beep.

This is Waver. Please leave a message, and I'll reply within a reasonable amount of time. If the matter is urgent, please e-mail or utilize SMS. Thank you.

Anthea is not in. You make speak your message at the tone. Your message will be sent as a text or e-mail to the person you are trying to reach along with the number you are calling from. If you would like to send a fax, please do so now.

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Hey, it's the Puckster. Probably off doing your mom. Leave one.

[Loooong pause.]

Charming, Noah. Absolutely charming.

[no shame here]

Easy with the first name, Hummel. You know I'm a stud.

Calling people by their last names is very private school.

Also you left your sweatshirt at our house and it's disgusting, please take it away forever before I throw it into the fireplace.

[ Don't mind Blaine, he's just going to be listening from the bed. Because, hey, really, he adores you.]

[Have an exaggerated eyeroll and a mouthed "I cannot believe him, oh my god" as Kurt perches on the edge of the bed -- in a very vulnerable position for being snuggled, adoring boyfriend.]

[ Blaine's just going to pick at the sheets as he peered up at Kurt, his triangle eyebrow going up as he tried to hold back a laugh at that. After a moment he was just going to roll over and sit up, his arms moving around Kurt's thin, slender waist and perching his head on his shoulder like a dog needing a attention.]

[Uh-oh, Puck, you've become irrelevant in favor of leaning back against Blaine and welcoming any attention that doesn't have to do with the gross nasty sweatshirt thrown in the farthest corner possible.]

Mmm-hmmm...

[ Don't mind him as he just kissing your shoulder and pressing his front up against your back.]

Is he picking it up?

[ Blaine's voice dance joyfully and playfully into Kurt's ear as he smiled over at him, his eyes flicking to the phone as if Puck could see them both.]

Mmmm. [Have an affectionate, if distracted pat on the cheek, Blaine as Kurt listens to Puck for a moment before huffing out a sigh.] All right, see you then.

[The phone is turned off and tossed onto the bed as Kurt relaxes against Blaine.] In about an hour or so. I'm tempted to leave it on the front porch. It's not like the snow could make it any nastier.

[ That pat's not the greatest thing in the world, still Blaine just sighs as he waits patiently. Trying his best to ignore any urges to do something that would really distract from that phone call. When the other finally gives up, he drops his hands to wrap around the others waist properly.]

I'm not sure a frozen sweater-pop would be the most welcoming thing Kurt. It's not that bad.

[ He said, peering over at the sweater in the corner before giving a one shouldered shrug.]

Oh well. At least he's coming?

[Phone calls are a necessary evil, Blaine. But it's all over now and Kurt is ready for cuddles. He smiles a little, over his shoulder.]

Eventually, yes. Who knows when he'll actually show up.

[ Text messages exist for a reason Kurt. Blaine just gives a soft nod at that before flopping back on the bed, his arms stretched up above his head as he yawns just a little.]

So in other words, he'll arrive sometime between nine AM and nine PM. Don't go anywhere?

[ There's just going to be some noise as Blaine stares at the phone for a moment before he keeps talking.]

Er. Hey. It's Blaine. I don't actually know what I was expecting form your voicemail really.

Anyway, er..we should talk. Cal me?

Leave a message. [ Nasally and simple. Beeeeeeeeep. ]

Hello, sweetie. Remember the American in that club you made?

I was wondering if I could get your theories on Sherlock's death.

Yo yo yo 3-to-the-3 to the 6-to-the-9. Representin' the ABQ. What up, biatch? Leave it at the tone.

[There is delay as she tries to make sense of the message—if it's a dialect, or cryptic riddle—before dismissing it entirely.]

... Hello, Mr. Pinkman. I received your phone number from a friend. Perhaps you can help me. That is all.

[That kind of uncertain voice punches him in the heartstrings and Jesse returns the call as soon as he can.]

Hey, um, it's Jesse. You wanted to talk?

[The receiver is lifted not two seconds into the tone, but the voice on the other end lingers. When she speaks it is with firm but robotic confidence, as though each line is pre-written and rehearsed beforehand.]

Thank you for calling me back.

I contacted you because I require your assistance in a sensitive matter. I know you operate outside of the law. This is good.

I'm sorry, I think I dialed the wrong number.

[why the hell would he leave a voicemail for a wrong number? because he is a neurotic basket case is why]

[Jesse picks up the phone before the voicemail disconnects.]

Yo, man. Maybe you didn't. What kinda hookup you looking for?

Hookup? I'm not looking for a hookup, I just hit redial because I thought --

[shit. shit this does not bode well why is there a number in his phone that has anything to do with hookups?]

Please tell me this is a towing company.

Yo yo waaaaaaaaaat? You speak English worse than Chow does. Shut the fuck up and call me back, gay boy.

[ring ring, call return]

Yo, Badger, I told you. The owner of the Chinese buffet isn't gonna take that as a fucking compliment.

Who Badger? Chow ain't no fucking Badger. Unless you talking about honey badger 'cause Chow definitely don't give a shit.

[He cackles with high pitched laughter.]

St. Bart's Forensics Department:
This is the phone of Doctor Hooper. If you are calling regarding an autopsy report, after stating your name and e-mail address, please leave the name of the person whose report you are expecting. Please note that no report will be released until it is reviewed by the head of the Forensics Department.

Personal:
This is Molly, I'm out. Please leave a message and say hi to Toby because he's listening. *Meow*

Hey! This is Mirai. Sorry I couldn't get to the phone. But if you leave a message I'll get back to you as soon as I can! So leave your message at the beep. [ Short and sweet. She's probably doing... Something. ]

[When called, all that's heard is 'Leave a message' in a female voice followed by a beep. Yep, real simple. Presumably anyone calling has some sort of professional/bounty hunter business to discuss.

She doesn't really have any personal matters and even less that channel through the phone but it's possible.]

[And have an earnest older voice for the return message.]

My name is Agent K with the MiB, Jurisdiction in the Sol System. We have a case of human abduction; subject was taken from Earth in a "Bug" type saucer to one of their infestations.

It is likely the subject will be used as a queen and will be terminated in the process if that is the case. If she is retrieved alive, the MiB is willing to reimburse you. Please contact me back at this number as soon as you receive this message.

[Samus does indeed call as soon as she receives the message. It'd be dumb to pass up this job.]

This is Agent K, I presume?

That would indeed be me. [There's some clicks of a keyboard and a computer-monitor voice speaking in the background, saying Samus's name and then "Earth File Record 52LB1-7".]

Confirming this is Samus Aran?

Hope you got a slot free in your schedule, because someone found themselves up shit creek.

This is she. You're lucky you caught me. I had a job fall through and it's left me with an opening.

A rescue mission shouldn't take long. [A pause.] That is, unless you have some interest in maintaining a diplomatic relationship with this species. That might require a bit more... delicacy.

[i.e. it would require her to NOT just charge in cannon first. She probably charges extra for that restraint.]

Oh hell, no.

[Kay, your version is polite as ever, isn't it? Might as well throw out the company line.]

The MiB's official stance is that we cannot act outside of our jurisdiction, which currently extends to Earth's lunar orbit. A retrieval party would be feasible normally, but with the political discussions between the Fmeck and the Arquillians so volatile right now a registered agent crossing their No-Fly zone would be interpreted as an act of aggression against the Fmeck, even if it was just to get to one of the bug worlds.

Basically, do what you need to do. We'll toss you some cash and weapons but just make sure Earth's signature isn't on your receipts. [Blow up all the bugs you need! It's fun and relaxing.]

Keep in mind they tend to swallow things whole. [Morph ball would be the most useful thing.]

Right. Political bullshit.

[Yep, she wouldn't want to touch that with a ten foot pole either. These are the moments she counts herself as lucky to be a free agent.]

I think I have all the right equipment for this job. But heads up, I'm definitely billing you for a suit cleaning if I end up inside of one. Stomach acid's a bit harsh on the paint job.

[That's definitely experience talking.]

I trust we'll be in touch.

We'll be sure to fund you and put in a good word for some suit augmentations when you get back.

Just let me know how it turns out. Bugs are nasty customers.

You've reached Edward Nygma's voicemail. I'm sorry I wasn't available to take your call.

If this is regarding a current case, please call Mabel Watts at 609-555-1243. Otherwise, leave a message at the sound of the tone.

You know who this is, and you know what to do.

[ beeeeeeep ]

Sorry, I'm not in at the moment...

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Well hello there

Oh hi, where did you come from?

I was sent here by my Lindsey-vigilant minions

Man, I want minions. Not that I'm around enough for them

They are extremely useful. Muahaha.

Guess I can dream on

<3 <3

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