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izzyalienqueen) wrote2015-01-03 08:36 pm
izzyalienqueen) wrote2015-01-03 08:36 pm
Voicemail
Hi! You've reached Isabel Evans. I'm not here right now. You know what to do at the beep.
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Um. I think this was supposed to go to you. And I didn't need to know this much about 'Dad's' sex life. Please don't let me know how it went. Like, ever.
Forwarded message then plays. (http://www.livejournal.com/users/time_agent/2225.html?thread=127153)
Forwarded message then plays. (http://www.livejournal.com/users/time_agent/2225.html?thread=127153)
"I cannot tell you how delighted I am that you are leaving town, and I hope to HELL I never see you and your fake-blond head again. Got it? Get staked, Spike."
"I know this might be a long shot, but ye wouldn't happen t'have any manner o' video recordin' equipment, would ye? Thar be sex goin' on in the TARDIS that I be havin' a journalistic requirement t' tell everyone about."
The phone pops and crackles as he continues his message (http://www.livejournal.com/users/maias_notebook/23943.html?thread=313991#t313991), "..I'm going to run my fingers through your beautiful hair," his southern twang drawls a bit, "God, you're amazing. I just want to wrap you up in my arms all night, make you the happiest girl in the universe..." the phone cuts off.
"Hi, this is Phoebe Halliwell, welcoming you to Fandom High. I know that you're probably freaked out about some of the chaos here and confused over what classes to take. This is where I lend a hand. I suggest taking Celtic Studies and Arthurian Traditions with Professor Camulus. He's a great guy and he knows everything there is to know about his field of teaching. Trust me, you won't regret it. Please register for his classes so he doesn't stuff me and mount me on the wall like a trophy?"
[in response to this (http://www.livejournal.com/users/aka_vala/1287.html?thread=342535#t342535)]
Hey, look, dude! I don't know what kind of gremlin spit you've been smoking, but any threesome I'm in would not involve either Aeryn or that creep-ass robot from the theater! I am so telling Cam and Aeryn you said this, you jerk. They can fight it out over who kills you first!
Hey, look, dude! I don't know what kind of gremlin spit you've been smoking, but any threesome I'm in would not involve either Aeryn or that creep-ass robot from the theater! I am so telling Cam and Aeryn you said this, you jerk. They can fight it out over who kills you first!
[from here (http://www.livejournal.com/users/anole_x/397.html?thread=1933#t1933)]
"Hey, it's Victor. I think you have the wrong guy because I didn't leave a bra in your room. Actually, I've never even worn a bra...well, except for that one "Truth or Dare" game but Julian said that everyone does it, so that doesn't count. I mean, haven't you ever worn a bra before? I don't think you're the kind of person who usually does. I mean, wouldn't it hurt with all that hair?"
"Hey, it's Victor. I think you have the wrong guy because I didn't leave a bra in your room. Actually, I've never even worn a bra...well, except for that one "Truth or Dare" game but Julian said that everyone does it, so that doesn't count. I mean, haven't you ever worn a bra before? I don't think you're the kind of person who usually does. I mean, wouldn't it hurt with all that hair?"
I have no idea what the hell you are talking about, but I assure you, if I have a problem with you, I would tell you to your face. I really don't think you want to be pissing me off right now.
[from here]
[from here]
[In response to this (http://www.livejournal.com/users/geoff_chaucer/382.html?thread=434814#t434814)/]
[long pause] "'Sweetheart?'" [another pause] "I think we need to talk. Especially if you've signed up for my class? This has got to be worked out. I don't want a scene, and I really don't want to end up in the clinic again."
[long pause] "'Sweetheart?'" [another pause] "I think we need to talk. Especially if you've signed up for my class? This has got to be worked out. I don't want a scene, and I really don't want to end up in the clinic again."
Hey Pirate! O'Neill here, Adama's throwing a naked pillow-fight party in his room tonight! Thought you'd like to know.
This is the unofficial comm for sophomores to gather and discuss... whatever. Check your invites (http://www.livejournal.com/manage/invites.bml) to join!
Isabel, this is Professor Chaucer. If you're still interested in the TA position, the job is yours. Stop and see me after class if you would, and we'll go over the details.
"Hey, Isabel? It's Peter. I heard about you going for a doctor on the radio as part of a *ahem* study group. Are you okay? Is everyone else okay? Please let me know."
If Isabel still had her phone, she'd certainly call Peter back and say that she's fine and that everyone else was battered but would eventually be okay. But her phone got turned into to use for tracking purposes and she has no clue where it is at the moment.
"Isabel, this is Geoff Chaucer." [traffic sounds in background] "I'm out of town, and I don't think I'll make it in for class tomorrow. So I'm asking you to take up your TA duties, if you don't mind, and give the class lecture on Julius Caesar. Professor Lyman will be giving a guest lecture during fifth period, and he'll take care of the discussion. So all you need to do is present my part of the lecture once he's finished. My notes are in my office."
"I'm sorry about dropping this on you on such short notice. I really am not the sort of teacher who usually expects his assistants to do his work. And I promise this isn't going to become a regular thing. If you have any questions at all, call my cell phone, anytime."
"I'm sorry about dropping this on you on such short notice. I really am not the sort of teacher who usually expects his assistants to do his work. And I promise this isn't going to become a regular thing. If you have any questions at all, call my cell phone, anytime."
"Hey, Isabel. It's Peter. I just wanted to let you know how much fun people seemed to have at Game Night. My table finished up when Sam Carter chased off our pirate banker for stealing money from us. Best finish to a Monopoly game that I've ever seen."
"You did a great job with this."
"You did a great job with this."
After putting the game boards away in the TA lounge and talking to Cam, Isabel returned to her room and checked her voicemail. She smiled when she heard Peter's message.
She called back and left a message of her own. "It did go well. I was actually surprised at how many people showed up. Want to get lunch this week and celebrate success? We can start planning for next month."
She called back and left a message of her own. "It did go well. I was actually surprised at how many people showed up. Want to get lunch this week and celebrate success? We can start planning for next month."
"Whatever Faithful did, I apologize."
Isabel called back and left a message of her own.
"He had cookies and was perfectly charming. Don't worry."
"He had cookies and was perfectly charming. Don't worry."
"Hey, Isabel, it's Peter. I just heard about your friend. I'm sorry for your loss and if you need anyone to talk to, just give me a call or send me an e-mail or something. Bye."
[OOC: Fun with leaving messages while the mun is out of town!]
[OOC: Fun with leaving messages while the mun is out of town!]
Totally left in the middle of the night on Friday/Saturday the 10th/11th
soldtoarmenians
2006-03-15 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Isabel? It's Xander. I don't know if you're checking your messages fom home or not, but I just wanted to let you know that Angel's gonna be okay. Or, you know, as okay as Angel ever is. Parker just came in and told us that whatever they did worked - he's not a hundred percent, but he's not gonna. You know. Do that thing he already did once. Anyway, call if you ever need to, and come back soon - we miss you around here."
"Isabel? Parker. I hope you're doing okay. Call, will you? Let me know when you're getting back. A lot's happened since you left, but I assume Xander filled you in on most of it. There's a couple new developments, though, on several fronts. I'm... sorry about Alex. [pause] Talk to you soon, I hope. Bye."
"Isabel? Parker. I just talked to Peter. So I know you're not coming back.
Good luck. I'm sorry it worked out like this for you. Call if you ever end up here again."
Good luck. I'm sorry it worked out like this for you. Call if you ever end up here again."
"Hey, it's Peter. I just heard the radio. If you need to talk, or just curse the name of that terrible Skeeter creature, let me know. We can find a nice corner to bitch in during StuCo."
"Hey, Isabel, it's Bel. I heard the radio and...so you're an alien. Cool. But I figure that's what had you looking so upset yesterday, and I just wanted to tell you that if anyone gives you any hassle about it, let me know, and I'll kick their ass, okay?"
"Isabel? Parker. I'm on my way over to Caritas. Meet me there? I owe you a drink and girl talk."
It's Aeryn. John agreed to do that thing. Could you let one of us know when this can happen and if there's anything we need to do? Thanks.
Isabel got the message after History of Art and immediately called Aeryn back. "I can do it as soon as he falls asleep. Just tell me where and when to be." She didn't mention her seventh period class, this was definitely more important.
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