Jim's Voicemail

[pursuedthestars]

It's Jim. Leave me a message so I can be entertained when I get back. Think you can do that? Don't worry, I have faith in you.

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[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

Olive debated whether to send Jim a text about last night or not, considering that it was his choice to do what he wanted and it wasn't like she'd never had a drink, herself. Or wanted to drink, for that matter. Man, if she were the type, this weekend was ideal fuel for a drinking binge.

But, still. He'd gotten at least a little silly on his own, on a Monday, before the game shows came on. That was like, when old people went to bed. Early.

good morning, sunshine. please tell me something nice about how you're fine.

[pursuedthestars]

i am always fine.

And he was even if he was laying around in bed, doing nothing. That counted as fine.

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

and now tell me how your head feels

Because if he was fine enough to be a smartass, he was fine. She still thought there was a lot of something there, but she wasn't going to press too hard at the moment.

[pursuedthestars]

most girls aren't interested in my head, you know. you are truly very special.

Yes, he was going to be a smartass about it and all that something she suspected was going to get hidden.

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

ha ha. i hope it hurts.

So there, Jim. So there.

[pursuedthestars]

why would you say a thing like that? wishing pain on me is mean. i should tell your mom.

Because they were totally friends now.

Crazy Phones

[ultron_junior]

[From here.]

"Okay, I never bugged you in the first place, so leaving you alone's gonna be easy. But why would somebody eat squirrels? That's some messed-up redneck thing there. Bye."

[pursuedthestars]

[Went here!]

Phone Day 2: Phone Harder

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Buy milk. Bread. A half-pound of turkey. Cereal. You know what, just get everything you need for a giant salad.... And some mini-donuts. Chocolate this time, no second-guessing."

He was just trying to dictate his shopping list on his phone! Oh, Fandom.

[pursuedthestars]

[Went here!]

Crazy Phones

[justlurkinghere]

From here.

"Why are you showing your idiot friend pictures of us hugging? Are you trying to get me killed?!"

[pursuedthestars]

[Went here]

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

[OOC: From here (http://makemyownway.livejournal.com/703.html?thread=39359#t39359)]

"If you're asking if I want to come deface public property with you, the answer is kark yes!"

[pursuedthestars]

[Went here!]

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

[From here! (http://notacokeperson.livejournal.com/655.html?thread=1167#t1167)]

"Oh god, ew. If you smell like rum and desperation, take a bath! And not with squirrels!"

[pursuedthestars]

[Went here!]

[whenshewasnice]

Yeah, so, Natalie's mood and focus hadn't changed much during the day and it was really starting to get on her nerves. So, she was sending a perfectly innocent text in-between her intern interviews.

Happen to have time to come learn about proper cat care tonight? May need catsitter next week, this week and next looking super busy.

Look, she was above plain booty calls.

[whenshewasnice]

That voicemail had actually been pretty heartwarming. Good job, Jim. Still, Natalie had taken her own sweet time in responding. Mostly because he'd pegged her weirdness exactly right, and that was an embarrassing thing to acknowledge. So she'd had to think about how to respond.

But now, a voicemail.

"It's Nat. I'm not mad." Just getting that out there. She paused, before continuing. "And I wouldn't ever choose Janice over you either." Another pause. "And I miss you. Okay, bye."

Mail delivery

[whenshewasnice]

Envy didn't really know when Jim might be getting the small package. Or if he'd have any means of playing the damn thing.

No matter. At some point, the package might make its way to him, and inside it he'd find a CD copy of The Clash at Demonhead's five-song Underwater Motor Scooter EP.

Hope this finds you well. - E, said the accompanying note.

[whenshewasnice]

Do you get internet on the Enterprise?

It was an important question! Important enough to be texted out all on its own, seemingly at random.

(It wasn't as random as it seemed. Promise.)

[pursuedthestars]

Depends on where we are. Right now, it's spotty. Other places, it's nonexistent.

[whenshewasnice]

Figures. I'm playing a show your Earthside and my people were wondering about contacting Starfleet about a show livestreamed into space.

Her team was enthusiastic about the opportunities in this multiversal touring effort they were currently wrapped up in, she'd give them that.

I already told them A) SF won't give a crap and B) you probably don't have internet.

[pursuedthestars]

Starfleet probably won't give a crap, no. Bigger priorities, stodgy men in charge, not wanting to let too many people have downtime. All that shit.

But, Jim kind of wanted to see it.

When is it?

[whenshewasnice]

In about a week. I think.

She'd been hopping around the multiverse for about a week now. It was hard to keep track of time when she was doing that.

I can look up the exact date later.

[pursuedthestars]

I don't know what my schedule's like but I might be able to get some time off.

He couldn't guarantee it, of course, but he'd done enough good deeds to maybe get himself a few days off.