One hell of a first impression.
Jan. 6th, 2006 09:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izzyalienqueenSeeing Xander glance at the phone reminded her that she had called Max earlier today. She wondered if he had been intrigued enough to come down off his high horse and call her back. She decided to take a walk and check her voicemail. Grabbing her coat, she waved good-bye to Xander and headed out for a walk. She never even thought about the call to Roswell she made this morning.
The first one seemed normal, if a bit too personal. She didn't know the caller, and had only known Xander for two days. How was she supposed to know if he was gay?
She recognized Jack's voice on the second message. Okay, still normal. She frowned and then really frowned when she heard the forwarded message. What the hell was he talking about? She was not having some romance with his dad.
It started getting even stranger with the third message. Who the hell was Spike?"
And then there was the request for porn tapes. And what the hell is a TARDIS?
She had to smile at the fifth message. It sounded like someone was going to get lucky tonight.
The sixth message raised an eyebrow. Who knew Fandom High had telemarketers for the various classes.
The next message sounded a bit like Vala. Isabel shuddered, not quite sure about hearing the words threesome, gremlin spit and robot in the same sentence. And wondered why she was calling her.
Message eight cleared it up for her. Voicemail was weird. She hoped.
And then hoped even more after hearing message nine. Who ever left it was really pissed. She didn't think she'd pissed anyone off.
With message ten she knew something was definitely weird with the voicemail. She was definitely not sleeping with a professor.
She was still laughing as she approached the Perk. In fact, she was so amused, she never even thought about where her message ended up.
The first one seemed normal, if a bit too personal. She didn't know the caller, and had only known Xander for two days. How was she supposed to know if he was gay?
She recognized Jack's voice on the second message. Okay, still normal. She frowned and then really frowned when she heard the forwarded message. What the hell was he talking about? She was not having some romance with his dad.
It started getting even stranger with the third message. Who the hell was Spike?"
And then there was the request for porn tapes. And what the hell is a TARDIS?
She had to smile at the fifth message. It sounded like someone was going to get lucky tonight.
The sixth message raised an eyebrow. Who knew Fandom High had telemarketers for the various classes.
The next message sounded a bit like Vala. Isabel shuddered, not quite sure about hearing the words threesome, gremlin spit and robot in the same sentence. And wondered why she was calling her.
Message eight cleared it up for her. Voicemail was weird. She hoped.
And then hoped even more after hearing message nine. Who ever left it was really pissed. She didn't think she'd pissed anyone off.
With message ten she knew something was definitely weird with the voicemail. She was definitely not sleeping with a professor.
She was still laughing as she approached the Perk. In fact, she was so amused, she never even thought about where her message ended up.
