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I really think that if you're going to insist on talking, you should consider improving your 'duck' reflex.
( the first message comes about fifteen minutes after her last text; it's not immediately obvious what it is, a moment or two of dead air, movement, and then--
a woman's voice, and a cello, and is she actually going to do the whole album? )
a woman's voice, and a cello, and is she actually going to do the whole album? )
( the answer to that question would be 'yes'. by the way. )
( seriously, she knows this entire album by heart. )
( this one ends on the sound of a glass of water. )
( to be fair, all moments are appropriate moments for fleetwood mac. )
( --then: )
Not my personal favourite.
Not my personal favourite.
( this one she likes. )
( surely she's nearly done. )
( at last. )
I'd take a bow, but it'd be a bit pointless.
I'd take a bow, but it'd be a bit pointless.
Hello,
did you manage to avoid the worst of the engineering affliction?
did you manage to avoid the worst of the engineering affliction?
Attempting to poach a skilled computer expert to the cause. At the very least I expect she'll provide a secure line we can use for network comms.
excellent work, mr wizard
( attached: two pictures, social media selfies angle, of first her new dress and then her shirt (tied at the waist) and trousers. please leave this poor man alone, ilde. )
( attached: two pictures, social media selfies angle, of first her new dress and then her shirt (tied at the waist) and trousers. please leave this poor man alone, ilde. )
what's this? it's a roomba fight! there's one with your name on it as it tries its hardest to try and win. of course, it's a roomba and someone's tricked it in going into a race to the death by scattering dirt everywhere.
the excitement!
the intrigue!
in the end, yours has emerged a failure because it went off to clean a hallway with a chainsaw strapped to its head.]
the excitement!
the intrigue!
in the end, yours has emerged a failure because it went off to clean a hallway with a chainsaw strapped to its head.]
Hello! I got your number from Shepard. I'm supposed to touch base with you about comms. My name's Darcy.
[The day the shuttles leave for the mining colony there's a brief ten second message left for Snape. It consists of nothing beyond a little background noise - other people talking quietly, the sound of machinery in action. It was probably a misdial, but as the shuttle Harry is on is out of range, there's no way to call him and confirm it.]
( ilde forwards this conversation to severus, unlocked to him and presented entirely without comment. because what could she possibly say. )
[ Severus Snape shouldn't be the first person he calls, once he figures out how. It should be Sirius. Or Harry. But there's no pattern to rely on with either of them now, no expectations, no predictability—Snape may be an ass, but he's an ass Remus thinks he has some idea how to handle. So: ]
What year was it, where you're from?
What year was it, where you're from?
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