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[wizzardly]

VOICEMAIL:

"Er... yes, okay, I suppose I should tell you that if you're trying to reach me I'm not here, and if you're trying to reach me because you want to do something involving pointy bits of metal or otherwise painful objects, I'm never going to be here. So sorry."

Comments

text;

[wizzardly]

I think it was

[oh, it was longer than he assumed; Rincewind actually has to think about this.]

The end of October? I think that's right. I haven't seen him in the halls at the hospital, but I assume he's only been busy lately.

text;

[itistolaugh]

something happened
Reggie said he was acting weird
go check on him?

text;

[wizzardly]

what why me?

text;

[itistolaugh]

do you think he would actually talk to any of the rest of us

text;

[wizzardly]

But what am I supposed to say?
Should I just bring him wine do you think?

text;

[itistolaugh]

you're his friend just act like you usually do
It's only a conversation

Re: text;

[wizzardly]

not if something wrong then it's
"A Conversation"

but all right I'll go see if he's okay

text;

[itistolaugh]

thanks ( ˘ ³˘)♥

4:27 AM

[khaleesipls]

I need pants.

[wizzardly]

[luckily, Rincewind is a light sleeper. So the only delay in his reply is that it takes him a moment into his sprint from bed to realize the sound which woke him was only his communicator and not, in fact, an assassin come to kill him.

Although honestly, a bedroom assassin would currently make more sense to him than the words on his screen.]

my pants?

you won't fit my pants

[khaleesipls]

Do not bring me a pair of your pants.

[ He's seen Rincewind's pants. The inseam is very low on his list of concerns. ]

[wizzardly]

someone else's pants then?

[look. It's very late, and he just woke up.]

why do you want me to steal pants?

[khaleesipls]

Every question you ask is another second I spend in the woods without pants.

[wizzardly]

ok ok what woods?

but I warn you if I get out there and this smells even a whiff like me getting dragged into some sort of terrible adventure I'll leave you to make a grass skirt for yourself

[khaleesipls]

[ Jorah sends GPS coordinates. This "wood" is really more a small patch of undeveloped land along a road near a string of shitty bars in Maurtia Falls. ]

If you get out here and try to turn tail from a shadow I'll make you into a skirt.

[khaleesipls]

[ Also: ]

Thank you.

[wizzardly]

[Rincewind's going to have fun trying to figure out how to work that GPS. At least he won't need them for finding Jorah's apartment.]

that's a dangerous thing to write to your only source for pants.

Just keep yourself somewhat modest in the meanwhile I suppose. I'll be there as soon as I can be.

[khaleesipls]

You're right, but I'm not taking it back.

Take your time. I'll be the bear by the side of the road.

delivery; some date

[itistolaugh]

[ Left in Rincewind's office is an extremely glittered gift bag containing the following: two tickets to a jazz concert with a note that she would like to go with him, and an album containing erotic photos of Harley cooking potatoes. ]