Voicemail

[shutupandkillsomething]

"This is Cade. I'm either not here or avoiding you, so leave a message and take your chances on me comming back."

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Crazy Phone Day

[arsenicmauls]

[[from here!]]

Uh, you don't need to miss me; we go to the same school. But I'm doing okay, sure. Are you feeling all right? Just that I've never had someone say they hope my life is amazing before.

...Bye.

Re: Crazy Phone Day

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

[OOC: To here!]

Crazy Phone Day(s)!

[whenshewasnice]

It was a great morning when you tried to call your mom and just called several other people instead.

"Did I leave my sunglasses over there? Purple ones. Can't find them anywhere. Get back to me if they turn up." She sighed, and her tone turned softer. "Anyway. Je t'aime. Bye."

Phone Day 2: Phone Harder

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Buy milk. Bread. A half-pound of turkey. Cereal. You know what, just get everything you need for a giant salad.... And some mini-donuts. Chocolate this time, no second-guessing."

He was just trying to dictate his shopping list on his phone! Oh, Fandom.

[myownface]

"... You know, I've never gotten permission to just go ahead and paint things before. Walls, floor, ceiling... I bet I can, like, get spray paint in bulk for that job."

Was Sparkle going to take a wrong number as all the permission he needed to go out painting graffiti sometime this weekend? Hell yes.

[failsatspirit]

[from here]

"What's this about getting drunk and looking at my ass?"

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

[Here!]

Re: Crazy Phone Day(s)!

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

[OOC: here!]

Re: Phone Day 2: Phone Harder

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

[OOC: To here!]

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

to here!

[pulseof_life]

[From here!]

"I've never had sex," Yeul said, sounding amused. "So I do not know if I like it or not. Are you certain you meant to ask me out or was this meant for another person?"

[icecoldfrost]

[From here]

Yes, Emma knew it was the phones by now, and no, she didn't care. "If you don't want recreational pharmaceuticals, why are you calling me?" she practically sang. "I don't care that you're a control freak, but you don't need to get preachy about it."

[psychoticbiotic.livejournal.com]

"Cade, it's Jack. I think I got something of yours over at my apartment. MCA number four. See you."

[Voicemail]

[suitably_heroic]

"Hey, schutta," Atton started. Seemed appropriate. "I don't know what you did to me when you put me back together, exactly, but I'm stuck with a little bit of you in my head and it's a pain in the ass."

A brief silence.

"Not that it matters. There's enough spooking around in there, what's one more, right?"

He tapped the console.

"We're going back to Malachor V, to where this all started, where I should've stuck to. Probably not coming back, so... whatever bottles are still laying around my room... they're yours. Shouldn't have been there to buy them anyway. Shouldn't have... Shouldn't have made it back alive... I don't know--"

End message.

Mail delivery

[whenshewasnice]

Cade was another person Envy wasn't sure she'd actually manage to get her small package delivered to but hey, the multiverse was a strange place. If the package did make it through, inside it he'd find a (... possibly useless, given his time) CD copy of The Clash at Demonhead's five-song Underwater Motor Scooter EP.

And a note that just said, Hot, right?

[notconflicted]

"Cade, it's Sia," she said, and belatedly wondered if he'd met his Sia yet, and hoped she didn't have to clarify. "There's something I need to talk to you about. In person, if possible." She was still iffy on detailed conversations over the phone, just in case. "I'll be going to Fandom this week, if you have a chance to get there."

[shutupandkillsomething]

Cade left a message when he woke up a little bit later. "Well, getting to Fandom will interrupt all the nothing I've got planned, so I can do it," he said. "But if it's a kid, it's definitely not mine."

Thanks, Cade.

[suitably_heroic]

Well. After all that thinking the previous night--

Time to make what could possibly be a really poor decision.

hey nerfhead u still alive

And then, realizing he hadn't actually given Cade his new number, added a profunctory "A" at the end.

[shutupandkillsomething]

whos asking do you think i owe you credits bc i dont

[suitably_heroic]

Jack groaned, glaring at the screen.

we went to school together dumbass

[shutupandkillsomething]

prove it

[suitably_heroic]

Oh, for the love of--

camel.

[shutupandkillsomething]

There was a long pause.

thought you were dead first

[suitably_heroic]

Well. He blew out a breath, threw his arm over his forehead, and took a minute.

needed to get out from under the order. bailed when i could. u know how it goes

Maybe Cade would let him play it off?

[shutupandkillsomething]

There was a longer pause.

Huh. Headsup wouldve been nice

[suitably_heroic]

Jack's brain made a sort of squelchy-keysmashy noise.

sorry. spur of the moment. then spent a summer hiding.

He pressed the butt of his phone against his forehead for a second. Then added,

but anyway this is my number don't spread it around

[shutupandkillsomething]

ill keep it out of the group chat i dont have. why tell me now? you in jail?

[suitably_heroic]

The answer was a picture of J-- Atton's shoulder, and the sprawling black tattoo of the night sky - he didn't expect Cade to recognize the arrangement of the stars had anything to do with Metallica - that now covered the huge scar Sion had left there once.

i'm not doing more than another two i refuse to turn into you, he texted.

Read: getting it had reminded him of Cade. And then made him feel bad about not telling Cade he was alive. Shh.

[shutupandkillsomething]

if its not in a language you can't read, it won't count, said the proud owner of a Japanese tramp stamp.

[suitably_heroic]

thanks. that helps a lot actually.

He eyed his phone.

Snorted.

Ugh. Did he feel the slightest twinge of fondness at Cade being Cade? He was going to have to scrub his brain later.

anyway everything fine and calm here. ur welcome in nyc if u ever swing past earth again

[shutupandkillsomething]

i might. few thousand credits short on a job. laying low until they forget's not a bad plan.

It was a spectacularly terrible plan.

[suitably_heroic]

well if it's a couple of days and u dont bring any narcotics.

This was beginning to sound like something he might regret.

[shutupandkillsomething]

ill see what i can do

[suitably_heroic]

and i will talk to my ro

No.

Backspace, backspace.

and i will talk to my bo

Nooooono.

and i will talk to my partner but space dont throw up anywhere its nyc this apartment is small

[shutupandkillsomething]

partner? knocking over banks?

[suitably_heroic]

At this point, Atton seriously considered the idea Cade was trying to torture him. (Or maybe he just needed to get out of his own head about crossing the streams.)

as in my guitarist and the person im dating, he texted. At least that would hopefully kill any further questions.

[shutupandkillsomething]

Huh. sure.

Very helpful, Cade, thank you.

[suitably_heroic]

great.

Could you not come up with a single thing to make that less awkward, Rand?

good talk.

[shutupandkillsomething]

not awkward at all

Again with the helpfulness!

[suitably_heroic]

Goddammit, Cade.

Atton closed his eyes for another moment, searching for a way out of this. Or maybe a way forward.

look, a lot has changed in my life over the past few years. mostly good things. i'm sorry i didn't keep you up to date, but honestly, i didn't know you even cared until we talked about it briefly during that bar night last year, he texted. i don't have a lot of friends left from those early days, though, so if you WANT to, you're welcome, i'll catch you up on everything, and we'll see. but if you don't, whatever, it's fine. i'm just trying to be less of a dick than i used to be.

[shutupandkillsomething]

don't be too much less of a dick. i don't know what to do with boring people who are always nice.

That, for Cade, was a bit like forgiveness. Ill let you know if i need a place to hide if this thing with a Hutt doesnt go well.

He was trying to blackmail a Hutt. It would go less well.

[suitably_heroic]

yeah im sure theres no way that can go wrong.

The weight shifted off his shoulders, if a little.

keep me updated.