Young Writers Society

Jake to Terian: Hello? HELLO?! Aw dammit. Okay, I don't know you and you don't know me, but I'm being held hostage by this crazy farmer, and--OH, SHOOT, HE'S COMING! *click*

Sara's answering machine: Um, hi, you've reached the heir apparent to the throne of Fantasyland. If you're calling about the curse, my memory loss, or are the insane royal couple who thinks they are my parents, hang up. If you're someone who knows how I can get out of this crazy kingdom, start talking. *BEEP*

Tannar to Sara: Ooo, that can't be nice. Know what you mean about curses, not that mine's actully a curse per se, but still, I sympathize. About getting out of the crazy kingdom, generally that's the job of a prince in those stories, yes? Go find one, that's my advice. Sorry if I haven't been very helpful--see ya!

Danteel's Answering Machine: Hang up now.

Émon to Danteel:
*Hangs up immediately*

Émon's answering machine:
Uhm, hi, you've reached my answering machine. I don't really know how to work this thing, but... leave a message? If you're Traistal, please let me know what's going on. Thanks. *Beep*

Felicity to Émon: I have no idea what's going on, dear. I was rather hoping you could tell me!

Felicity's answering machine: If you're one of the brats, hang up before I recognize you and tell the headmistress you've gotten your sticky hands on a telephone. If you're anyone else, feel free to leave a message if you have nothing better to do.

Audun to Felicity:

I have nothing better to do...

Audun's answer machine: Hey you've reached the Halgorn's home of *deep breath* Andras, Audun, Ibis, Stian, Vidar, Runa, Dag, Henrik and sometimes Dyre. *Gasp* For some reason, not a single one of us is here right now. So leave a message and someone should get back to you. Eventually. *Beep*

Ionian to Audun:
Well, I got a wrong number, but I wanted to say that I can totally relate to you! My name's Ionian, I have six siblings named Dorian, Phrygian, Lydian, Mixo, Aeolian, and Locrian. Yeah, my parents are weird. Have a nice day! *Click*

Andréva's answering machine:
Hello, you've reached the answering machine of Andréva Wenlanasdaughter. If that's too much of a mouthful, you can call me André. If you're calling to invite me to yet another formal dinner, please call my mother or one of my sisters. And if you're a suitor, hang up now, I'm quite tired of hearing from you. Otherwise, leave a message after the tone, and if I'm in a good mood I might get back to you. *Chime*

Brenna: I know how you feel, I've had enough of suitors.

Aethel: Hello. I don't know where you got this number from, but if you're selling 'matons stay on the line. Otherwise hang up, I'll find out where you live.

Jaikal to Aethel:
What the hell are 'matons? *click*

Pain's answering machine:
Leave a message. If I know you, I'll get back to you. If I don't know you, I'll block your number. If you're Torture, I'll pick up immediately, as I'm probably standing over my answering machine right now. *Beep*

Hunter, calling Pain
Yeah...dude? Stop stalking me. That shit hurts. *snickers*

Hunter's Answering Machine
Yo, this is the "crazy, Sword Wielding Maniac" that the cops are after. Leave one.
*Beep*

Isabella to Hunter:
*BEEP* That's fairly disturbing...oh, the best way to avoid the cops is get my dad to stalk you, they never take notice of that...if you'd like to chop his head off, feel free, and call me, let me know when you're done. Please burn the head, bury it in a desert, or feed it to cannibals, I couldn't care less. Thanks! Oh, and I was calling to see if...I forgot. Sorry. I'll call again when I remember...*BEEP*

Isabella's machine:
You have reached 602-5983. If I gave you this number, call back later, or use another phone number, I'll try to get back to you. If you're a salesman, go bother someone else. If you are the man who's chased my family out of at least five happy places (and you know who you are, butthead)...tell me who gave you this number so I can kill them. And then change my number. Also, please tell me where you are, so I can move my family half-way across the country again. And leave your number so I can call you back and leave angry messages on your phone, and possibly bust your eardrums, and also call you in the middle of the night, just so you get as little sleep as I do. Thanks!*BEEP*

Monessa: *hangs up half-way through*

Aethel: What are you waiting for?

Stella to Aethel: the *beep* noise, your answering machine doesn't have one! Weird! Anyway, this is Stella, gimmie a call, right? You have my number in England, doncha?

Stella's: Hey, you found me! How's things?

Traistal to Stella:
*Short pause* Things are terrible, now that you ask. But aren't they always? You have a nice voice. Call me back if you want me to elaborate on that compliment. *Click*

Traistal's answering machine:
I'm not answering the phone, as I am generally upset with society at large. Should you leave a message, I may either stalk you for a while or just ignore you. It's your risk. *chime*

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Stella: Well, you told me to call back, meanie.

Stella's (right before she moves): Hi, people. You know this phone number isn't going to work in a couple of weeks, right? Yeah. My new number is [number], but it's gonna be way long distance. I mean, transatlantic long distance. You should probably just email me.

Aethel: You know that holo you borrowed? I'd like it back please. Now.

Paron: Leave a message for Aethel. Who would want to call me, I'm a 'maton.