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[deformiwhats]

Hello, you lucky beautiful person, you. You've reached the voicemail of me! Lorne! Leave me a jingle, a chant, I don't care how you sing it but if your message isn't sung, I'm not answering it. No ifs ands or buts, (unless they're exceptionally toned butts)! Listen for the beep and then croon to the tune!

[OOC: No, seriously. If you need to contact Lorne, you'd better sing your message or we're really going to ignore it! Bonus points if it actually rhymes, or goes to the tune of an existing song. :D]

Comments

voicemail;

[stacked]

Oh, for the love of--

Fine, whatever. [Grumble, grumble, then quietly] Redemption is not worth this crap.

[And to... no real recognizable tune, Faith sings (quite well, actually, but in a tone of no small frustration)]

♪Angelus is here for the curse, I'm taking him out on my own
...Watch your back♪

[This bit is mumbled] Cannot believe I just did that.

[ooc: SHE IS FACEPALMING, LORNE. Also, making a bad call here.]

voicemail;

[thenormalsquint]

[The voice that comes on the line is out of breath and panicky, tinged with tears.]

It's Angela. I don't have time to sing this because Faith is hurt. Sylar got to her. I think she's outside Building 12. Lorne, please go get her before he kills her. I'm calling everybody she knows.

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

Oh for... [There's a hesitation, then to no particular tune, but perhaps a mixture of several]

I'm sorry, so sorry,
I can not do your show
I'm sorrier than you know,
so sorry, so sorry...

callback;

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

And why is that, sugar? You don't like me anymore? [Yes, he fights dirty.]

Re: callback;

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid I can't be around Thomas Raith. It's nothing personal.

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

[siiiigh] Okay, well, I can't force you to stay. Now I have two parts to fill.

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

Two?

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Mhmm, two leads no less. But I guess that's just how it goes! The show must go on, et cetera. If you change your mind, let me know. Maybe we can work something out with Thomas. I'm a fantastic mediator.

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

I don't think anything can be worked out, I'm sorry.

I'm no great loss anyway, there are probably a hundred better singers in the City.

But I am sorry. I never dreamed it would come to this.

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Oh, stab me in the heart and twist the dagger, sable-locks!

Did something happen? I don't know you all that personally, sweetcakes but you don't seem the type to scare off so easily.

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

We were dating, but... he's started sleeping around. To feed. He's an incubus - it's a long story.

Anyway... while I thought we were trying to put our relationship back together, he decided we were on enough of a break that it didn't matter if he slept with other women. And made it pretty clear that since he doesn't want to feed on me as much that the sleeping around would continue whether I liked it or not.

And that's a deal breaker for me. Which he knew and had promised would never happen.

The other problem is that his demon is irresistible. If Thomas touches me and the demon awakes I'll let him do whatever he wants. I don't think Thomas would try anything intentionally, but half of preventing trouble is not walking right into it. I don't want to be anywhere around him. Not right now - especially not after talking to the demon today.

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

You're saying you don't feel safe around Thomas, sweet pea?

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

I trust Thomas. I don't trust his demon.

So yes, right now I don't feel safe around him.

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Is this something I need to worry about castwide?

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

No. I don't think so. It just... it knows me and thinks of me as something which belongs to it. And because I've let it feed from me I'm susceptible to it.

And Thomas... he isn't doing well. If he decided he needed me back...

Oh, hell... maybe all this is just me being spooked by that damn thing. I know Thomas would never want to hurt me, but I think he'd be less careful around me than others.

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Okay, I can understand that. Spooked or not, I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable just for little ol' me. Why don't we call it a break, give you some time to reassess everything, hey? No pressure on coming back, but after a week or so, we'll see how you're feeling.

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Lorne. I really appreciate that.

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Sure thing, dollface. You change your mind and we'll welcome you back with open arms.

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

You're the best, Lorne.

text

[stacked]

still not singing.

i need a favor.

text foreverrrrrr

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Tell me it involves a pedicure and some scotch, and I'm happily yours.

text parTAY

[stacked]

yeah, not really. i need to call the doc, but i'm getting rid of this shit TODAY.

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Oh. OH. Honey, if this is a freaky curse thing, we had one before. Where you...change. And it'll go away tomorrow. If you need more suitable clothing I can help though.

[stacked]

...i have no fucking idea what you're talking about.

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

You're not...more manly?

[stacked]

gabe forgot to use a freaking condom last curse.

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

ARE YOU TELLING ME YOU'RE PREGNANT?

[stacked]

what did you THINK i was saying?

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

That you became a man!

[stacked]

look, you going to help me or not?

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Well, not as happily without the alcohol and foot rubs, but whatever you need, Faith. You know that.

[stacked]

i told him he could come by. then i'm getting rid of it.

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

I'm going to kill you both.
Is this real life?
Please don't make me carry you to the hospital again.-
Okay. What do you need from me?

[stacked]

i'll call you after i kick him out.

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Ok. I'm listening for you.