< Voice/Fingers Mail/Text >

[weirderthanthou]

"Hi, this is Jesse. The mayor? Uh... if you live here, you've probably figured out how to use one of these by now, so..."

Beep.

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[badassprodigy]

In the wee hours of the morning, Jesse’s assistant would get a text from Barry regarding a rip in the space time continuum on the island and a whole lot of expletives. There would also be about 100 fax pages regarding the rip and possible issues that might come from it.

Along with the final line: This fax shit is not working for me.

[badassprodigy]

Friday evening after spending most of his time in Brooklyn, Barry just sent a one page Fax to Jesse.

Fandom is safe. Rift in time and space is repaired. Gremlin activity should decrease.

And next week I’m getting rid of your fucking fax machine.

[badassprodigy]

During every day of Halloween advent, Jesse would just get the same fax every morning.

I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!

Barry was not taking this well.

[badassprodigy]

This time there was just a phone call directly to Jesse's line.

"Don't take a shower this morning. We got fucking basic pumpkin spice latte coming out of the water pipes. Repeat: Don't take a shower."

Phone Day!

[sake_shinigami]

While the source of the invitation had come as quite a surprise to Shunsui, he was certainly not one to question a sudden opportunity and would most certainly let Rey-chan know with a swift text back:

I assure you, I would never be so busy that I could not make time for a bath, my dear ♥. Shall we meet at the onsen? Or were you imagining something a little more...private ♥ ♥ ♥

Wacky Phone Day!

[thedadalorian]

That was definitely a message that Din had received there.

"Whoever this is, can you keep the explosions to just a minimum?"

[badassprodigy]

Okay. Skywalker was being really weird. At least for Anakin. Maybe he didn't want to admit it? Didn't hurt to be helpful and give the guy some advice.

If you don't want to know, why are you asking? And if inflatables are your thing, no judgement from me. There's a wide line of inflatable toys at Dite's that will probably service your needs."

Phone Day!

[defenderofdesmoines]

Hey, I don't think we're right for each other or anything, but I am a CATCH, thank you, only option or not!!!

Like, obviously, Annie didn't want to encourage Steve if he was hitting on her, but also, like, she had feelings!

Wacky phone day!

[designateddadfriend]

After a series of odd messages, Travis decided to text his friend Vic back home in Seattle:

I just lied to someone who sent me puppies. I AM that lonely. Should I get a dog? They're basically traditional for firefighters, right?

This was accompanied by an image, and several question marks.

Phone Day!

[somethingwithturquoise]

You know, the thing was? If Summer wasn't totally in a weird state of half-drunk, half-hungover all day today, she might have actually caught on to what was happening. But, since she was, she was just wondering why so many people were actually calling her instead of just texting, but it was polite, she guessed, to call them back:

"Wow, okay, I mean, I really feel like I missed something here, but I totally agree with you. Everything totally is a euphamism, we're, like, surrounded by them everywhere, but I am dying to know the context here. If there's blowing, I'd like to know about it.

....okay, I realized that sounded kind of weird, I'm, like, just your bartender and I'm pretty sure you don't swing my way, it sounded a lot more clever in my head, I'm still really drunk from spring break, but you have great timing because at least today I actually have a voice. Anyway, this is awkward now, isn't it? WHOOPS.

This is why I prefer texts, you know."

PHONE DAY

[grenadesandohana]

My drama? I am the least dramatic person on this whole damn island.

Wacky Phones!

[stykera]

By the third odd message of the day Stark was beginning to suspect something odd was happening but he was still going to try and respond.

What Dark Council? And I don't have any strange habits with Jello! I don't even try the ones with meat!

[shapethecentury]

There was a voice mail.

Of a sort.

It was just silence - no. There was sound, the distant hum and crackle of a fridge that had seen better days, better years.

Fifteen seconds, and then the message cut off again.

Wacky Phone Day!

[doesdoctorstuff]

Look, at least it had been a text, so Navaan wasn't calling people with this nonsense.

Look what me, the racoons, a 40 of Hennessey, and vandalism get up to isn't any of ur business. Unless u wanted to join us and then meet me in the basement @ 6 and bring a brick in a sock. Oh and some lube cause I sold all mine to the last guy.

Wacky Phone Day!

[single_man_tear]

After this message, Dean tried to text Watts back because now it was just odd.

Okay, I don't know what kind of police department you're running but in the last ten minutes I've had you and another cop offer me a massage and a drag brunch. And possibly drugs. Don't get me wrong: I'm into it. Makes my life a lot easier.