Voicemail

[vdistinctive]

"You've reached Eliot. If this is Parker: no, cereal doesn't count as dinner. If it's Hardison: no, I haven't read your email, yet. Nate and Sophie: if you schedule the damned wedding already, I'll attend.

Anyone else, leave a message, and I'll get back to you."

*beep*

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PHONES. THEY CRAZY.

[died8yearsago]

Rosa didn't know what the hell was up with all the weird voicemails she'd been getting from very attractive sounding women, but she certainly didn't seem to mind, especially after the latest one.

"Whatever you just proposed," she said when she thought she'd called back the unfamiliar number, "sounds borderline illegal. ...I'm in. I'm thinking...knifes. Daggers. Maybe some ninja stars. And an axe. And I dig the whole vague mystery thing, but I'm gonna need some details. A place, a time. Call me back."

You mysterious violent sexy stranger, you.

Re: PHONES. THEY CRAZY.

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