answering machine post!

[victormakesart]

Hey, so, if you're hearing this, I'm elbow deep in paint or trouble. Leave your name (or alias) and number, and day that you called, and message, and I'll get back to you forthwith -- hey, hey, what is it? I'm in the middle of doing one of those phone messages. Oh, that? Just reverse the proton stream, and re-angle the dish -- ahem. Sorry about that.

Press one if it's a serious emergency.

Press two if you just want to leave a message.

Press three if the Nexus has done something odd and I've disappeared.

Pressing four doesn't do anything.

Comments

[kalel-ofkrypton.livejournal.com]

Home. What's left of it.

It's over already but I haven't had time to take a breather until now.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

Do you want me to come over? How are the medical personnel handling the influx? Can I do anything at all?

[kalel-ofkrypton.livejournal.com]

There's a bit of a delay before Clark can decide on what he wants to say. Or, rather, how he wants to say it.

I don't know. Hospital was in chaos. Lots hurt. Some dead. Had worse problem to take care of.

The implication that something even worse than a natural disaster going on is not really a good one.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

Her stomach has this painful jolt, like she's swallowed a set of darts. Can I come over?

[kalel-ofkrypton.livejournal.com]

Another delay. Sure. You know where the house is.