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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

[wizzardly]

["take from you", oh, that's the sort of phrasing that makes a wizard nervous.]

Right, absolutely, only as I've mentioned, I am starting the second job. At the new mental hospital, actually, so I expect to be very busy, and I just thought maybe you'd appreciate someone more devoted, time-wise.

[restingstitchface]

Yes, well, I'm a patient man.

Regardless. This would be the hospital Chilton's opened, hmm? Where Harleen works, yes? The person I happen to be visiting most days?

[He has a captive audience. It's great.]

I expect we'll bump into each other whilst you're working. But I understand. You'll be busy. Don't worry, though. I won't take up much of your time.

[wizzardly]

[it's a good thing cringing and shaking don't translate through text.

But what really gets his attention is]

You know Harleen?

[restingstitchface]

Absolutely! We're friends from the old town. Julian, Harleen and I... We share the same house and have one, solid piece of common ground.

You've never visited Arkham, have you?

[It's a Gotham thing. You're not a member of their special Arkham residents club.]

[wizzardly]

[from the old town. They're from the same world? And they're friends, he wrote. Friends who live in the same house?

The house Rincewind has been to?]

I don't know any Arkham, no.

But what do you mean you live together, have you always lived together? [Harley could have mentioned that!]

[restingstitchface]

[Oh. Rincewind doesn't know of Arkham? He'll have to fix that.]

Yes. She's been darkening the doorstep for a good few years, now. Do you want me to say hello the next time I see her?

[wizzardly]

No! No, no reason for that at all, no need to trouble yourself.

[restingstitchface]

[Yeah. Right. Totally not suspicious.]

It's social protocol, Rincewind.

[HE INSISTS.]

[wizzardly]

Whose, exactly?

[restingstitchface]

Ours.

[His and Harley's. But if Rincewind includes himself, that's all dandy.]

[wizzardly]

Right. Well.

I'll be sure to tell you the next time I'm over, then.

[hahahaha fat chance.]