Voice Mail

[tyler_gone]

Hey, it's Tyler. You just wasted seconds of your life listening to this and waiting for that beep. Have a nice day.

BEEP!

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Comments

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"Hey. I heard you had some rooms open. I'm interested in seein' what you got. HM Murdock. Not sure if we actually met yet though. You can reach me at 555-CRZY (http://crazypilotman.livejournal.com/650.html). Thanks man!"

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, hi, Tyler. Drinking tonight. I know a great place on the Jersey Shore."

[sincegradeskool.livejournal.com]

It's me. Your school invited me to parents' weekend. I'm bored. See you Friday.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Hi. Tyler. Yeah, did I leave a pair of socks at your place? I'm missing a pair and-- You know what? Pepper probably has them at the cleaners. We have a cleaners on the island, right? I'll call her.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Tyler. It's Tony. When you're done at the Build-a-Bear workshop, do you have plans for New Years Eve? There's this party in New York I have to go to to keep the press from thinking I've turned into Howard Hughes. You don't have to come, they'll probably eat you alive. And no, you can't beat people into submission there.

On second thought, I'll get Pepper to arrange a date for me. Someone dim enough that I don't need to keep up the scintillating conversation beautiful women are so known for.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

It's not going to be weird for me to be on a date, right? Not that I think it will, but-- No, not there. There. Idiot --I'd rather not have a thing happen with it.

And when are you coming back from your Greenpeace thing anyway? I need someone to show the newest additions to the suit to. All I have here is Dumby and he keeps holding it in the wrong spots. Shoo! Go over into the corner and stop pestering me. I swear, I'll use you for target practice if you don't stop hovering.

Anyway-- What was I saying? Testing the suit. Right, right. When you get back, I'll show you the boosted rep---

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Your voicemail cut me off.

I did not talk that much. This is why I change those when I get a phone. I can do the same for you if you want.

What I was trying to say before is that I've made a few tweaks that should hopefully help if I have to play with your twin anytime soon. There are just a few small bugs to be worked out before it'll be up for real world usage.

Hold on.

Three, two, on--*THUD*

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Do you know anyone in town who can repair damage to drywall now that Harris is gone?

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Hi, it's me, Dinah. Um, sorry about freaking out at you on Friday. I just didn't expect to see you nearly naked all of a sudden. Or for you to see me in my underwear. You know how it is. Not that it was bad!... Uh. Anyway. Maybe we can go get some coffee, I can tell you how the rest of my Friday went? Call me!"

Crazy Phone Day

[memberslonely.livejournal.com]

[From Here]

"Hey girl. Yeah, you're totally welcome to stay the weekend. Gosh golly gee we can stay up late, do each other's hair, practice kissing boys and then stuff our bras," Lindsay said sarcastically. "Seriously, it'll be good seeing you. Be warned: we might have to share a bed."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

From here

Birds? Have you been trying the ale here? Why on earth would anyone put a bird, well I can only imagine where-- Hold on, I'll be there.

...please don't stab anyone.

[intraspective]

Ino was, really, trying to reach Dojima. She was failing miserably.

"Ohaiyo," she chirped, "it's me. You know, sorry 'bout not tracking you down sooner, but we totally need to wind up at the onsen and insist that they allow us to use it without the bathing suits. Because, really, it's way nicer without them."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

[from here] (http://new-to-liirness.livejournal.com/692.html?thread=656308#t656308)

"...if you, er, like? What's an onsen? And I suppose we haven't seen one another for some days..."

Beat.

"I made cookies?"

[the_merriest]

(From here!)

"Oooh, we're killing stuff?" Rikku bounced. "That's awesome. Tell me where and when, and I'll be there with bells on. Or weapons handy. Maybe I'll put some bells on my weapons? I mean, that'd make it a real challenge to sneak up on things, wouldn't it? I'm in."

[intraspective]

It was middling-late Saturday evening when she called just like she'd promised.

"I'm back, Tyler-sensei," she said, stifling a yawn, "in mostly one piece even, and wanting to sleep for 'bout a million years, but yeah. I'm back, and okay. Okay? 'Night."

[intraspective]

"Sorry," punctuated with a yawn, "Tyler-sensei, for missing class. Mission, 'asn't skipping. I'm going to sleep now. Ni-" another yawn "-ight."

[intraspective]

"Tyler-sensei! Good afternoon! I'm heading out on a mission, so this is just heads up and all of that and hopefully I'll be in class on Thursday! Bye!"

Delivery!

[intraspective]

Ino stopped by, that afternoon, and stuck a letter in his mailbox before darting off.

Mission accomplished!

[intraspective]

"Mr. Durden," Ino's voice was crisp and clear and utterly bland. "I've a mission. I won't be in class on Tuesday."

Letter, Mailed Thursday Night from the Calm Lands of Spira

[the_merriest]

Tyler,

Hi! This is Rikku -- I was one of your students (and TAs!!) a while back, and way before that, we were both minions of Deadpool's. Oooh, and I won the Science Fair! That was pretty neat. I hope everything is going okay with you and so on??

I don't know if you remember this -- it was over a year ago? -- but in class one day, I told you that things were getting worse and worse back home. That we saved the world, but it wasn't doing any good, because people were fighting each other and being stupid and ruining everything we'd worked for.

That's when you told me "Anger is an energy. Use it." I'd never really thought of it that way before, but I realized you were right. So I used it. I didn't know how to start, so I wrote some letters. I wrote to anyone who would listen, from all the different factions. I tried to get everyone talking to everyone else.

It's a long (and possibly boring) story, but we just finished a week-long conference where -- somehow -- everyone sat down and acted like grown-ups and talked about their problems, and we made some real progress. I don't think there's going to be a war, any more. The Ronso took back their blood oath to wipe out the rest of the Guado. And we Al Bhed are going to have a Home again. It's actual change that might be starting. I can't believe it's all real.

It was hard, and it was messy, and I am going to be taking the longest vacation of my life. But first I had to say thank you. For teaching me how to use anger, instead of just hoping it would go away.

-Rikku

E-mail sent Saturday

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Hi Tyler,

I won't be in class on Monday. My sister scheduled my SAT's at the last second, so I'll be home taking them then. I'll be happy to do make-up work, or if you just e-mail me the assignment, I should be home Monday night, and I can turn it in next Monday?

Also, I won't be there tomorrow for Fight Club, and I'm leaving Professor Atreides a message about that too.

Thanks!

Dinah Lance

See, sometimes Dinah *could* learn from experience, and remember to tell people these things.

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"I'll make you a deal. I'll pay for drinks if you take your shirt off again. What can I say, I'm shallow."

Crazy Phone Day

[satedan-soldier.livejournal.com]

[From here]

"I wasn't offering. Don't make me come up there and beat your face in."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

[From here!]

"I would never, ever ever ever ask you for fashion advice. Hello, stupid robes! Not to mention your hair. I know you love it, but it's over the top in so many ways. You dress like a demented desert hippie with a fetish for black. And I would never ask you about alluring. Friends don't do that to other friends' guys. I am not that woman.

"And another thing! Being a teacher? Not that impressive. Where's my flying car, you jerk?"

"Grrr!"