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Jack changed his message in the middle of December 2011.

"Hello, this is Jack. I'm currently traveling and can't reach my phone. Leave a message and I'll return it when I can, or you may want to send a telegram or letter. No, I'm not joking. Good day."




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Date: 2009-07-09 12:23 am (UTC)
intraspective: (let me know you're there)
From: [personal profile] intraspective
"Hi! It's Ino, you might or might not know me, but that's totally not the important thing—tomorrow night there's going to be a party, 'cause Elena and I thought it'd be a good idea, at Caritas, yes the bar, in the backroom for a marathon covering what, exactly, the cabins are named after and then deciding which is the best. Drinking games are totally encouraged! If you want to come, congrats, you're a judge for your cabin! Let me know, okay? Thanks!"

[On an OOC note, please do let me know if you can/can't make it so I can get someone else from your cabin to be a judge.]

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Date: 2009-08-03 04:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sonofmogh.livejournal.com
Priest. Rose has awakened and is apparently unharmed.

Date: 2009-08-19 09:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guardianborn.livejournal.com
Rose was throwing shirts into a bag as she called Jack. "I got a letter from St Vlad's today so I'm flying back. This afternoon, I guess. I'd come find you, but the taxi is supposed to pick me up at the causeway in like 30 minutes. So -" there was a long pause as Rose tried to figured out what to say. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do. And I have my phone so call me sometime. Bye."

Date: 2010-01-09 08:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com
From here

I--uh--think perhaps you have the wrong fellow? Arthur would kill me.
Edited Date: 2010-01-09 09:00 pm (UTC)

Phone Hijnxs Galore!

Date: 2010-01-10 01:58 am (UTC)
therewaslife: (↓ | whut)
From: [personal profile] therewaslife
[From here!]

"Well, all right, I'm very sorry that Emma doesn't like girls and, therefore, doesn't like you. Perhaps you can recover in some other way?"

Date: 2010-01-10 05:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] samnotmax.livejournal.com
"Greeting, law-abiding citizen! I think you have me confused with someone else. I've certainly never accused you of degrading crimes involving members of the citrus family. I'm sure you treat all of your fruit with the consideration and respect they individually deserve. In closing, take care of your vitamin C, and it will take care of you."

(From here (http://samnotmax.livejournal.com/546.html?thread=5154#t5154)!)

Date: 2010-03-04 06:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chose-humanity.livejournal.com
It's Mitchell's number but George's voice that meets Jack's voicemail.

"I'm sorry?"

There is an unnaturally long silence.

"...There wasn't a bit of that sentence I understood. Can anyone, you know. See you?"

A shorter silence.

"We have to put a stop to this," George announced, "He doesn't understand. These people are British. You're not allowed to talk to your neighbours until you've nodded at them for fifteen years. Just look at them. This must be absolutely terrifying--"

Beep. Message ends.

A few moments later...

"I think Mitchell has completely lost the plot," George hissed. "Just take him back, will you, before he invites the entire neighbourhood over to the attic for a disco party or whatever people from the States do when they come here and go absolutely off their rockers."

Beep.

Date: 2010-03-10 04:32 pm (UTC)

Date: 2010-06-16 06:05 pm (UTC)
icecoldfrost: (on phone)
From: [personal profile] icecoldfrost
"It's me, darling. I'm going off on an adventure with Sookie tomorrow, and I'll be back later this week. Promise."

Date: 2010-07-20 07:14 pm (UTC)
glacial_queen: (Telephone)
From: [personal profile] glacial_queen
Fine. If she wanted to be like that, it was just fine. Karla was going to see if Jack was as effective at fussing over long distances as Morton was.

"Jack, you call her up and you tell her right now that she's being a hard-headed idiot and that if she keeps pushing herself just because she can, she's going to end up damaging something permanently!"

Pssht! As if names were necessary! Jack was a detective, he could figure that part out.

"And if she does, I'm just going to stand there and say 'I told you so' and drink good alcohol and not offer to share! While wearing a hemline to my ankles!" At least Karla sounded aggravated and grumpy, just not genuinely furious or frightened. That's...like a comfort, right?

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Date: 2011-01-02 01:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chose-humanity.livejournal.com
"Hey, Jack. I ran the little bastard off. Should be the back of him for a while."

Click.

Phoooooooooooones!

Date: 2011-01-08 02:24 am (UTC)
icecoldfrost: (all your sex and diamonds)
From: [personal profile] icecoldfrost
[Blame her.]

"Darling, if I was doing any dirty touching with Karla, I would think I'd have mentioned it before now. But I'm not - not that it's any of your business - although I'm not sure why your feelings would be hurt. Is that some sort of hint? You know telepathy doesn't work over the phone."

Text from Emma

Date: 2011-03-04 09:32 pm (UTC)
icecoldfrost: (on phone)
From: [personal profile] icecoldfrost
Don't laugh, darling, but I seem to have gotten myself a job at a nightclub. I am gainfully employed and an upright citizen. Or something. Hope classes are going well. ~ E

Date: 2011-10-21 06:45 pm (UTC)
icecoldfrost: (on phone)
From: [personal profile] icecoldfrost
A text message beeped its way into Jack's phone, from a familiar source:

would you do me the honor of being my escort to homecoming, mr. priest?

Re: TELEGRAMS/LETTERS/ETC.

Date: 2011-12-21 12:37 am (UTC)
glacial_queen: (Telephone)
From: [personal profile] glacial_queen
It had taken Karla a few days to find the telegraph office in town, but she finally had by Tuesday, which meant that she could send off a message to Jack.

I KNOW THAT SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO FLING YOURSELF INTO DANGER BECAUSE YOU HAVE A DUTY TO OTHERS STOP NO MATTER WHAT EVERYONE ELSE SAYS OR WHAT HAPPENS, I THINK YOU ARE IN THE RIGHT STOP PLEASE LET ME KNOW HOW YOU'RE DOING WHEN YOU CAN STOP THIS METHOD OF COMMUNICATION IS RIDICULOUS STOP

Date: 2012-09-22 02:13 pm (UTC)
justlurkinghere: (phone time)
From: [personal profile] justlurkinghere
"There's a talking wolf in my house."

Well. At least Derek was very concise in his message leaving?

Date: 2012-12-30 08:59 pm (UTC)
justlurkinghere: (phone time - listening)
From: [personal profile] justlurkinghere
"Jack, it's Laura," Derek said. "She's dead."

He went silent for a long moment.

"I need your help. Come to Beacon Hills."

An address was given before he cut the call off without anything more added to that.

Date: 2013-01-27 12:10 am (UTC)
icecoldfrost: (Boy!Emma: Being Social)
From: [personal profile] icecoldfrost
Jack was going to get a text:

At Caritas, care to join me?

Emma was mean.

Delivered to Jack's House, 2/14/2013

Date: 2013-02-14 06:01 pm (UTC)
icecoldfrost: (being social)
From: [personal profile] icecoldfrost


One bottle of Courvoisier L’Esprit cognac, with a note:

Don't ask how I got it, and be sure to share.

xoxo
Emma

Date: 2013-05-16 05:47 am (UTC)
suitably_heroic: (dsp: oh that's disgusting)
From: [personal profile] suitably_heroic
"In my defense, he looked really hungry at the time!"

Poor Atton. His voicemail was getting all cut to pieces.

[[ crazy phones, la. ]]

Date: 2013-05-16 02:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] not-a-whiner.livejournal.com
[[ from here ]]

excuse me? have you been spying on my private life?

Not that he had any make-out pictures, but still. WTF?

Crazy phones la

Date: 2013-05-17 04:38 am (UTC)
robinonadderall: ([spe] texting like a fiend)
From: [personal profile] robinonadderall
[[ From here ]]

we weren't making out we were just cuddling. manly cuddling. it's a thing.

Crazy Phone Day(s)!

Date: 2013-05-17 12:58 pm (UTC)
justonecondition: (naked headtilt of eesh)
From: [personal profile] justonecondition
This particular message was the one that Bruce took the longest time responding to, because honestly, it was horrible.

"Miss Romanoff, if that was you, I--" Big exhale. "I'm not planning on transforming again. It isn't-- voluntary, and I'm not-- I'm sorry."

Crazy phones!

Date: 2013-05-17 01:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 6buckstohisname.livejournal.com
From here (http://6buckstohisname.livejournal.com/548.html?thread=292#t292).

"Wow. Flattering as this is, I think I'll have to pass on whatever freaky lingerie stuff you two get up to. Just--leave a freakin sock on the door or something."

Date: 2013-05-17 10:30 pm (UTC)
glacial_queen: (Naughty Thoughts)
From: [personal profile] glacial_queen
[from here]

Karla had laughed good and hard before she'd responded, assuming that Ender had just hit the wrong number on speed dial. So, ever helpful, she decided to call him back and let him know he hadn't gotten Ben.

"Hey sexy," she breathed. "I can use my imagination to guess just what kind of supplies you want me to pick up from the store, or you could call me back. Let's get that yurt restocked, shall we?"

And then hung up again, cackling.
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