Amaya's Voicemail.

[special_rabbit]

"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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[1000yearstoolate]

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?

[special_rabbit]

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!

[1000yearstoolate]

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

[special_rabbit]

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.

[1000yearstoolate]

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.

[special_rabbit]

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.

[1000yearstoolate]

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

Thanks

[special_rabbit]

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!

[1000yearstoolate]

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.

[special_rabbit]

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.

[1000yearstoolate]

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.

[special_rabbit]

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.