Voicemail.

[chef_chocobro]

"You have reached the voicemail of Ingis Scientia. I am unavailable to take your call at this moment, but if you would please leave a message, I will assuredly get back to you as soon as possible."

**BEEEEEEP**

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[doesdoctorstuff]

Yeah, so Navaan had class today, but she wasn't actually following any of the rules, just spinning the wheel and making phone calls. And sometimes not even bothering to spin the wheel.

"The wheel says I gotta text a rant to somebody so I'm gonna text you and tell you all about why your girlfriend sucks." Except it wasn't a text, it was a very long and graphic message about why Ignis' girlfriend sucked.

"And, in short...she sucks and you should get a girlfriend - or a boyfriend, or a themfriend, I don't care - who sucks you and not in general, you're welcome, bye!"

[stykera]

Stark had sent one text to Summer already and not heard anything back. So he sent another one 15 minutes or so later.

45 minutes everything is almost ready you're still coming aren't you? is everythign all right? if you come now there are drinks

Wacky Phone Day!

[deathsmajesty]

After raising a hell of an eyebrow at the message from Dean she'd just gotten, Liliana was basically required to reply:

"Darling, you seem to have me confused with someone else. Believe me, if we'd fucked, you'd know it."

This sure was going to be interesting...

Wacky Phone Day!

[doesdoctorstuff]

Sure, this had happened to Navaan before, but that had been a millionty years ago and she definitely did not remember that far back. Certainly not when such a good message had been left.

"Hi! I you just put an order in at Pervy's Personal Place of Power which maybe you think is me but I can get you--" She listed about three-quarters of an excruciatingly long, very detailed summation of a staggering amount of BDSM gear "--out of my personal stash, but I don't have--" She then listed off the remaining quarter of an excruciatingly long, very detailed summation of a staggering amount of BDSM gear. "Three gallon jugs of lube would be easy though! You want flavored or not?"

[slothbabyproductions]

Kamala was a little puzzled by Raiden's message but shrugged and replied via text.

Look, it's fine if you're not into women. No judgement. I can be friends with someone who is only into guys. It's a little funny that you're sharing this with me though.

[deathsmajesty]

Sometimes Liliana just enjoyed leaving messages for Ignis at random times.

"I
still haven't
figured out how
to sit across from you,
and not be madly in love
with everything
you do."

A pause and then she added, "Some appropriate words by William C. Hammon. Until class, my love."

[deathsmajesty]

Another day, another poem. Liliana tried to time it to hit right around when Ignis would be taking a moment to enjoy his coffee, so he'd have enough time to listen.

"Bring me your pain, love. Spread
it out like fine rugs, silk sashes,
warm eggs, cinnamon
and cloves in burlap sacks. Show me

the detail, the intricate embroidery
on the collar, tiny shell buttons,
the hem stitched the way you were taught,
pricking just a thread, almost invisible.

Unclasp it like jewels, the gold
still hot from your body. Empty
your basket of figs. Spill your wine.

That hard nugget of pain, I would suck it,
cradling it on my tongue like the slick
seed of pomegranate..."

tenderly, as a great animal might
carry a small one in the private
cave of the mouth.

[deathsmajesty]

Sent towards the end of class, because she was the...worst or best? Up for debate pretty much any time.

You can tell by how he lists
to let her
kiss him, that the getting, as he gets it,
is good.
It’s good in the sweetly salty,
deeply thirsty way that a sea-fogged
rain is good after a summer-long bout
of inland drought.
And you know it
when you see it, don’t you? How it
drenches what’s dry, how the having
of it quenches.
There is a grassy inlet
where your ocean meets your land, a slip
that needs a certain kind of vessel,
and
when that shapely skiff skims in at last,
trimmed bright, mast lightly flagging
left and right,
then the long, lush reeds
of your longing part, and soft against
the hull of that bent wood almost im-
perceptibly brushes a luscious hush
the heart heeds helplessly—
the hush
of the very good.

[deathsmajesty]

Considering their proximity, one might have thought it would be difficult for Liliana to surprise Ignis with poetry while on their trip. But Liliana was creative and clever and there was no way she was going to miss the opportunity to leave him suggestive poetry in his messages on this, the (rough) anniversary of the time she'd so thoroughly claimed his heart from thousands of miles away by seeing him more clearly than he had been in years in lines of a prose poem written by a man in the middle of warfare.

Today's offering was not nearly so momentous, but she thought he might appreciate it anyway.

A reminder, my love, as brought to you by John Mark Green...
I want to wet your lips,
tantalize your tongue;
elevate your heart rate
and make your veins hum.
Burn like fire inside you
as you swallow me down.
Drink me--
drink deeply, my love.
Intoxicate yourself with my presence;
imbibe my essence.
I want to make you
so very dizzy;
stumble-footed
room-spinningly
drunk on love.

[deathsmajesty]

My love, I'm running off to Lorwyn for a brief second. There's a new arrival and I've decided to be kind and check to see if Queen Oona can offer any insight to his predicament.

Things she wasn't saying: conveniently, I'm also taking this opportunity to fetch one of the three improvements and the additional surprise.

[deathsmajesty]

You know who needed an introduction to Kamigawan poetry? Ignis, that was who.

falling into dusk
my legs wrapped around him
the moon rises in his eyes

Was the first message she sent. Eventually followed by

That sunflower stands
so erect — I find myself
falling to my knees.

and then

snow
melting on her tongue and more snow
heavy and wet, a long stripe

just for good measure.