Voicemail

[bitchprince]

It's almost silent, but in the distance, Arthur's voice can be made out if you put your mind to it.

"...Merlin, I hardly need your help to figure out this... voice... thing." A short silence, and then, much, much louder, he continues: "No, I am aware of which direction I am supposed to speak in. The question is, do you have any idea--"

  "You have reached the Blackberry telephone of Prince Arthur Pendragon. Leave a voice or text message after the 'beep', and I'll get back to you. Please don't try my room phone, as it is unfortunately deceased."

BEEP.

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Phone nutty!

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"Hello? Hello? Is this thing even working? I just wanted to say how much I enjoyed our activities on Wednesday and was hoping you would be up for repeating them. And you really do have beautiful eyes."

Looking back, Mat will regret learning how to leave messages this weekend.

Re: Phone nutty!

[bitchprince]

[[ to heeere ]]

[solo_sword]

Jaina hadn't quite yet figured out anything was wrong with the phones, or she never would have even picked hers up. But she hadn't, and there was a sort-of boyfriend who was supposed to be in town today.

"Hey, it's me. Looks like you got your phone back in order. I can't wait to see you, and I'm hoping you still remember a certain promise I made, because you're definitely getting to collect on that."

[bitchprince]

[[ to here ]]

[scruffnfeathers]

[from here]

"In actuality I know nothing about you at all, and I'm beginning to suspect I'm not the one you want to be talking to. Perhaps it's time for you people to begin speaking with each other in person, and leave the angel alone."

[bitchprince]

[[ to here ]]

[lickyourmind.livejournal.com]

[From here. (http://lickyourmind.livejournal.com/639.html?thread=46207#t46207)]

"Ya must know me real well to know I like leather. I like leather jest fine." A beat. "Ya have a web cam?"

[bitchprince]

[[ to here ]]

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

[from here]

"Okay, it's good to know you don't believe everything the squirrels say, but now I'm wondering what someone told you about the Radio broadcast. I'm confused. Call me back? Thanks, guy."

[bitchprince]

[[ to here ]]

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

*ring* Yeah, Dinah had gotten the text in the middle of the laundry room fight, and now had a breath to call him back.

And Dinah was talking immediately. "Arthur! They multiply when they get wet!"

[bitchprince]

"I heard," Arthur said, clipped. "Where are you?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Freaking laundry room. Just killed-- I lost count. Crazy little monsters." Dinah was still panting for breath. "Dru helped. Expecting trouble--" She had a horrible, horrible thought. "Oh god, the showers. The pool."

[bitchprince]

"Azula is on her way," Arthur said, promptly. "I've contacted Mat, try and find him down in the lobby, hopefully he'll set something up. Actually, just contact him." A beat. "There's stairs down to the pool. If they haven't gone in there yet, defend those with your life. Find backup."

A whole string of orders, there.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Lobby, Azula, Mat, stairs, backup," Dinah shot back. "Got it. Stay safe."

[bitchprince]

"You too," he said, simply.

He was too busy here to deal with any of his own issues in that regard.

[glacial_queen]

Several moments after the radio broadcast aired...

"IT WASN'T ME! I DIDN'T BAKE THOSE BROWNIES!"

[withoutverona]

Too bad u stuck @ bnkwt, missng best weeknd evr. Mercutio here! He says good day.

Romeo frowned at the text a moment, feeling like he was missing something (besides vowels) then hit the send button. Arthur would understand it, right?

[withoutverona]

There was static on the line, and a deep strain in Romeo's voice as he struggled to speak clearly after that beep.

"Arthur. 'tis Romeo. Yurika and I shall not make it to have that drink, unless God Himself comes down to save us. If He does not, know ... know we went bravely, though the fates kept us from journeying to Fandom alongside the rest of you. Farewell, friend. Fight this."

Dojima's voice echoed dimly in the background of Romeo's message, her usual good-cheer sounding somewhat strained. "Oy, Arthur-kun, tell that Witch of yours to get to work and keep you safe, or so help me I will find a way to haunt him."

And then the call ended.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah had left Arthur a voicemail at some point Sunday night.

"Hey. It's Dinah. I've been following you guys on Twitter. I'm glad you're both okay... Hope to see you soon in Fandom." Then quiet. "I'm sorry about Camelot. I-- yeah. Just. Sorry."

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

At some point, a letter would find Arthur. The handwriting was familiar, but the tone was decidedly somber:

Arthur,

If you're reading this and I haven't gotten in contact to tell you not to read this bloody thing, well, you're a soldier. You know how this goes. It was always going to be a tight toss of the dice either way, and one day my luck had to run dry, right?

This is bloody depressing. Go out, raise a glass of the most expensive drink you can find in my honor and then dance with a pretty girl. This was always going to be my fate, my friend. You can't outrun the Pattern. May the Light shine on you--you weren't nearly as annoying as I pretended.

--Mat.