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Amaya's Voicemail.

"Hey, there. I guess the thing is to make a greeting for this little device that lets you know you've reached the phone of Amaya Blackstone, and you can leave a message for me here, and that I promise not to take apart this one like I have the past three. I haven't figured out how to get them back up and running yet, but I will, you mark my words. This one, I'll not tinker with. Apparently it's important. So rest assured, you can reach me here, and I'll try to get back. I mean, I suppose it's more efficient than a letter, but it's still a little strange..."

*CLICK!*

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[from here]

"Are you asking me to make Takoyaki again? I did not know you were so fond of Octopus balls. I promise to make more this weekend, my friend."

[[where else but here??]]

Not too late on Sunday evening, Hannibal called to leave a message.

"Ms Blackstone, this is Doctor Lecter. I did give you my word to let you know should it happen - tomorrow we will be eating meat on sticks in class. I encourage your attendance."

This month had definitely been something, hadn't it? Between the advent strangeness and the snowman attacks, Kanan hadn't really gotten a chance to go shopping. But all the same, he figured Amaya wouldn't mind a very lightly used gift this time of year. He'd raided his own toolkit, the one he kept on the Escape, and had pulled out his spanner for the occasion, writing down meticulous instructions for changing its configuration from one tool to the next, with a few notes about how he'd programmed a few basic Earth tools into it as well.

The toughest part, really, had been finding a box to put it in that hadn't been full of doggie treats. So, if the spanner happened to be tucked inside a somewhat repurposed rifle case - the one he used to keep his lightsaber parts in before he'd started wearing it in pieces on his belt for convenience - well, he was just being resourceful.

Either way, it was being left on the doorstep to the Forge on Kanan's way to work that morning. Happy holidays, Amaya!

"I called Rosa and told her."

A pause.

"I'm sorry this caused you problems."

Seivarden, who had decided to catch up with a new entertainment until the current situation was over, and let everyone else run around waving their swords, had been looking at her phone for a while before calling Amaya, trying to decide how not to sound too worried.

"Hi Amaya, it's me. Heard on the radio that... well... you got bitten? I hope you didn't bite them back and used a proper weapon instead. I'm sure you did. Call me back when you hear this?"

If Amaya didn't call back, Seivarden would call again later. And possibly again, after that, sounding increasingly worried.

Early Monday morning Amaya received a text:

I'm stuck on a party island with two people who insist on being miserable and grumpy. Advice?

Oof. How bad did it have to get to have Seivarden being the FUN one of the group?

Go find two people who don't insist on being miserable and grumpy, or invite me next time.

What? She could be fun! Definitely not miserable or grumpy, at any rate!

When you say stuck, do you mean stuck in a social sense or actually STUCK stuck?

It was an important distinction!

Metaphorically stuck. And maybe I should, although I'm considering just leaving.

Seems like a good waste of a party island, if you ask me.

Which she had!

I say at least give it a try. You're there already, right? And if there's just more miserable and grumpy people, then call it a wash. Maybe there's a good tea place you can go to? At least pick some up for me before you head back.

Seivarden would forever owe her tea for how much she went through when she visited or plant-sat, after all.

I should have asked you to come along.

She thought for a moment.

At least I've found acceptable tea.

With Lucifer's help.

I'll try to make the best of it.

She'd add something about appreciating how Amaya never got this mopey, but wasn't sure if that would sound too mushy, so she didn't.

Push comes to shove, if you're not STUCK stuck, you're probably just a hop, skip, and a portal away, right? I've got a class in a it, but other than that, I've got nothing in particular on my hands.

The mess that was the forge right nkw would beg otherwise.

But I'm sure even you can. Find a good time on a party island, Captain. Miserable and grumpy lumps notwithststanding.

Edited 2020-05-25 18:39 (UTC)

Sometimes Seivarden wished that she could sent a heart emoji back, but of course she knew better. Instead she wrote:

Thanks

Yes, Amaya greatly appreciated the discretion that allowed her to not have to replace her phone after a knee-jerk reaction to a heart emoji sent it right into the forge.

It was bad enough when someone ELSE did that, without her joining in on it, too!

Anytime, Captain.

And then, a little while later, another text came through:

Is it a TROPICAL party island? Cause if it's a tropical party ia.d, I expect you to at least go get one on of those silly drinks in coconuts. I'll be needing photographic proof, too!

Edited 2020-05-25 20:09 (UTC)

Seivarden sent her a selfie from last night that she had forgot she'd taken, with a large drink and some scantily clad new friends.

No coconuts, but still. Delete this after you've seen it.

This is how much she trusted you, Amaya.

It was well-placed trust, too, because the photo was indeed deleted as soon as she saw it. After all, she'd have expected Seivarden to do the same for her.

But that didn't mean this was proof enough. She was trying, after all, to make sure she had some sort of tangible goal as distraction, if needed.

Sorry, Captain. No coconuts, no deal.

A while later Amaya got another text:

Sorry, didn't find any. Up for class research tomorrow?

Because she really needed a good entertainment, even if it was just explosions.

Amaya thought about telling Seivarden that what she needed to research was clearly her silly-drink finding ability, but didn't.

That...

Yes, she was attempting a dramatic pause in text. Blame Summer.

....sound like an excellent idea. Count me in.

After half a bottle of tequila, perhaps this text could be excused.

Didn't go well. She said she liked me before I complained about the movie.

Half a bottle of tequila that wasn't even intended for her, no less!

But Amaya was frowning at that text when she got it, not sure at first what it even meant, and, once she did, unsure of how to respond.

Somehow, she felt 'well obviously' wasn't going to be helpful.

You apologized, though?

That also comfortably avoided needing to discuss anything about who liked who and other mushy nonsense that she just wasn't equipped to handle.

Yes.

AND you survived! And still have fingers to text with! I'd say that sounds like a win!

Yeah, hi, how did you think Amaya was a good mopey text emotional support choice, Seivarden?

You feared for my life and still asked me to apologise?!

That was a joke!

Mostly!

It's called levity! A little humor to lighten up the situation! But good job. I'm proud of you. I know that wasn't easy for you to do.

And her nose wrinkled a little after she sent it, because it was true and important for Seivarden to hear...er, well, read...but it still skirted emotions a little too closely for her comfort.

Thank you.

Seivarden smiled a little.

I drank half a bottle of tequila. Should probably sleep.

Amaya's head tilted, trying to place in where that half a bottle of tequila might have fallen on the timeline: before? Or after?

She supposed it didn't really matter, there was probably going to be a pretty nasty hangover either way.

I should say so! And drink some water before you do!

Seivarden smiled a little, then sent:

You know I always listen to your advice.

'Cause it's good advice!

Amaya almost didn't send it, because she figured they could probably go back and forth like that for a bit if they weren't careful (and Seivarden had tequila in her), and she probably really should get some sleep, which is why it was followed up quickly by:

Now go to bed! Don't make me send the Crumbler over to tuck you in.

Sometime in the morning, after her fist cup of tea, Seivarden sent a message to Amaya.

I heard you got to extinguish a fire on Friday. That's definitely an emergency! I just wanted to ask if you'd like to have that movie night this week. Any night apart from Sunday works for me. And fingers crossed for no emergencies.

Lucille didn't use her phone to communicate often, but this was important. She sent a message to all her employees.

Don't forget that there is a discount on the birds if anyone can catch them.

[[and it's found its way here!]]

We haven't had a real date in a while. Up for it?

Oh no, you weren't Lana.

[[ no, she most certainly was not! ]]

Seivarden didn't think much about the message she had received, aware that it was probably not meant for her, but she had forgot that is was sometimes a bad idea to reply. So she did, as a joke.

You don't even have to have sex anymore? Another reason to hate this place.

[From here]

[[ and it wound up here! ]]

[from here]

"Okay, first off, it's adorable that you still don't say 'fuck'. Second, I promise to never try to drag you anywhere unless you ask me to."

Good morning, Ms Blackstone, this is Dr. Hannibal Lecter. While I realize you have not elected to join my class this term, I would be remiss if I did not invite you this week regardless. There will be quite a lot of meat on sticks, which I seem to remember is your sort of thing. We'll be meeting at Portalocity for fifth period, if you're interested. Thank you.

Sometime late morning Amaya received a text:

Let me know if you see a good tea house, or I might have to become a regular at the one I've found.

Granted, they had good tea and the owner was pretty, but that wasn't really the reason for this text. Seivarden was just trying to stop herself from emptying the minibar.

Edited 2021-10-13 19:56 (UTC)

There was a little bit of a temptation, to just sort of be brief in her response because she was out enjoying herself and there had been hugging and sobbing, but then Amaya would be feeling a little bad about that if she did, so, eventually, after no small amount of lip-chewing, she texted back.

Well, I haven't really been looking, but I'll keep an eye out! But hey, they do day if it ain't broke, don't fix it!! Right? I mean, I don't necessarily agree, if it ain't broke, it could probably be improved but what I'm getting at is there's nothing wrong with it if you like their tea! ESPECIALLY if YOU like it, it mist be good! I'll have to check it out. Are you there now?

So look at that, a person really COULD ramble via text!

That actually made Seivarden smile a little, while simultaneously wiping her eyes.

I'm still in bed. I can meet you there in a bit.

She added the address.

Guess I know what I'm doing after this history tour, then!

This was followed, quite a little bit later, with:

And boy do I have a story to tell you now!

Did they get to the Tea Party part of the tour just then?

They definitely got to the Tea Party part of the tour just then!

"Hey Amaya... it's Dwight. I know I am the last person you probably want to hear from right now...." There was a bit of a lengthy pause there and the sound of Dwight taking a deep breath. "But I wanted you to know... I'm leaving Fandom for a bit.... Family emergency I gotta take care of. Not sure how long I'll be gone... but it shouldn't be too long. I...." Another slight paus. "I... I'll see ya when I get back."

"Good morning, Ms Blackstone. This is Dr. Lecter; I wanted to extend my customary invitation for you to join my class this afternoon, as we will be traveling to that Brazilian restaurant with the many different meats on sticks. We will be meeting at Portalocity as usual, if you're interested."

After an hour or so in bed, Margo felt better. But she was still cranky. And you know what? She could think of something that would help.

Hey, come over here, get your pretty frock off, momma’s feeling frisky and she could use a motorboat.

… yeah, that had definitely been intended for someone with more of an interest in pink.

[[ to here, where else?? ]]

Sometime in the early hours of February 14th, a delivery would arrive at Amaya's door -- a carefully-packaged and potted tropical pitcher plant, along with instructions for its care (which, of course, included feeding it unless the plant was placed outside to catch its own insect prey.)

There was also a note:

I don't think this one likes fire much. Probably do better in a greenhouse.

- I

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