Voicemail/Text Messages

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"Who still uses voicemail? Is this secretly 2003? Regardless, this is Shuri, I'm not answering, text me like a normal person."

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[bookbeltof_love]

Nina absolutely hated that her note had to start with an apology. Hated it.

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, Shuri!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! she wrote, all pink glitter gel pen on mint-green paper, just because she could. Sorry this is late!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I, like, got called home for work and, like, your challenge was a TON of fun but work is work, you know?????????????????????

Anyway, here's the results of my efforts in Baltimore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Let me know how I did!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Her note was neatly folded and sealed with a penguin sticker (also sparkly) and left on top of her 'present'.

Which was a large box, full of what would feel like a million of the most obnoxiously over-cheerful, over-colourful, incredibly teenaged girl binders known to mankind. And possibly the universe. They all had neatly done labels on their sides, numbering them. Inside these binders of overwhelming brightness, Nina had, for reasons known only to her, chosen to make her notes and data and information on all of the War Dogs in Baltimore done up like it was a scrapbook.

Many, many scrapbooks.

Complete with stickers (glitter, matte, and puffy ones!) and fancy borders and stamps and inconsequential things such as her Attractiveness Rating on each of the War Dogs as well as her opinion of their fashion senses (some did awesome; others… not so much), and trivial notes on things like how that one tied their shoe laces three times over before leaving the house each day and that one was always running out of Kleenex, and how yet another one had lost their keys three times in one day. She included mini-bios on any people they were dating or family in the area.

And, because Nina was not entirely ridiculous, she also included all of the information, done up more professionally and easier to sort, in a USB stick tucked into the back of the first binder, so that Shuri could find it once she'd marvelled her way in fascinated horror (Nina assumed) through the first of many, many scrapbooks.

But, like, really, once she'd had the idea, she'd had to see it through to the end.

Since she had to get to class, Nina set everything outside of Shuri's door, adjusted the letter, knocked twice, and then fled like the wind.

Shuri would know who'd left it.

[scoffs_at_tradition]

Shuri opened the box and burst out laughing.

She'd probably be covered in glitter for a week, but it was totally worth it. "My brother is going to have a fit," she said gleefully.

Wacky Phone Day!

[hatesparadise]

Today was sure turning into A Thing.

Please tell me this was just a prank text. Or just pay your damn babysitter.

Re: Wacky Phone Day!

[scoffs_at_tradition]

[OOC: here and here!]

Wacky Phones!

[stykera]

Stark knew nothing of any birds and had no idea why anyone would think be did.

"Why would I release birds? What birds? Where would I get birds? Is it some sort of invasion? Should I be worried? And why did you say swans like that? What's wrong with swans?"

Re: Wacky Phones!

[scoffs_at_tradition]

here!

[unusual_sith]

From here!

Busted at what? I don't actually know of any droids that transform into anything else, although I suppose you could give one a holoprojector. But why would you want to?

[scoffs_at_tradition]

here!