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[helps]

[ unfortunately, angel has no idea how to use voicemail.

feel free to leave a message here, though whether he'll actually get it is up in the air. ]

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[audio]

[daddyissues]

Hey, it's Connor. Have you figured out how to work this thing yet? I guess if you haven't, you'll figure this part out faster -- I moved out of Hel's hall, you should drop by for uh. I think there's a housewarming thing happening?

Call back and I'll show you where the place is.

[audio]

[helps]

[ he hadn't figured it out. until now anyway. he manages to hear connor's message... though he can't figure out how to return it, not right away.

suffice to say, it takes him a few hours before he manages to get anything back to him. ]

Why can't they just make these things simpler? I mean... it's a magical bracelet. Magic. Magic should be more convenient than this. Come on... maybe if I push this button... or maybe this one over here...

[ clearly he doesn't actually realize he's figured it out though. ]

[video]

[daddyissues]

[answers the call and listens, amused, for a moment before turning on the video]

You need an illustrated guide.

[video]

[helps]

Huh? [ a blink. ] Oh. You mean... it's on.

Great.

Re: [video]

[daddyissues]

Hi.

[video]

[helps]

Hi.

[ ... ]

So, new place, huh?

Re: [video]

[daddyissues]

Yeah, a two bedroom in Baldr.

[video]

[helps]

Oh. Good. Hel always seemed like a pretty bad neighbor-

[ wait. ]

Two bedroom?

Re: [video]

[daddyissues]

Hel is fine, it's just that all the housing there was for four.

[whoops he was going to work up to that]

Yup.

[video]

[helps]

[ a nod. ]

So you're going to have like... a roommate or something, right?

[ voice mail ]

[withbettershoes]

[ maybe, in the back of her mind, this is a first step. a small, baby step toward... something. but, on the surface, immediately, she's cashing in her promise of pushing angel to be social and to get out more. because, like her, angel needs some color in his - well, everything. and god if there's something cordelia misses, it's color ]

You didn't pick up. Okay. I know that this is a longshot - for the record, I mean hearing back and not you saying yes - because, it's me and you'd be crazy to say no to me, but, it's Cordelia and I hear that there's some sort of festival going on. Would you be interested in... [ and she pauses because, is she asking angel out? no, they're friends. really good friends. and she's going to get him out of his room. plus, seeing him in daylight? that's one for the books. ] Sorry, something strange walked by. This city has its fair share of surprises, that's for sure. Would you want to check it out with me? A festival could be fun, right? I heart they're great places to meet new people, make new friends...

[ and the implication is clear. ]

Call me back. Also, if you manage to miss this altogether - and I swear we're giving you a tutorial on this thing - I'll come by tomorrow morning. Possibly drag you. Showering beforehand might be optional. Again, not taking no for an answer. Okay. Call me. Back.

[ voice mail ]

[helps]

[ he's slowly been starting to get the hang of this voice mail stuff, but it still takes him an uncomfortable long while to finally manage a reply. though part of him does consider just giving up entirely in hopes of trying to avoid getting dragged out to this festival...

but something tells him she really did mean that threat at the end. ]

Sure. [ he pauses, not sure what else to say. or perhaps just wondering whether he even managed to properly reply using this thing. ] Uh... I mean, yeah. I'll go. That's fine.

[ no need to twist his arm... too much. ]

This is stupid, I feel like I'm just talking to myself. [ and with a click, off goes his message back to her. ]

[ text ] i could start a thread at the festival

[withbettershoes]

[ it's not... a threat per se. but, you made the right choice! ]

Right answer! Meet in your welcome hall in an hour?

voice; sure, sounds good to me!

[helps]

An hour?

[ well... it's not like he has anything better to do. ]

Alright.

voice; thumbs up!

[withbettershoes]

[ an hour. she has to get ready. shrug. ]

See you then.

[ She says it softly, a smile on her lips. Instead of texting him. ]

text;

[nukeoleptic]

hi!!
its angel, right?

voice;

[helps]

[ part of angel is still inherently distrustful of voicemail, but he's starting to get the hang of this thing. ]

...yes?

voice;

[nukeoleptic]

[ Oh fiiiine she'll use voice too, she guesses. ]

I need a favor.

voice;

[helps]

[ ah, of course. he lets out a small sigh, shaking his head a bit... though that's not visible. granted, he doesn't really mind helping out, if he can. ]

What is it?

voice;

[nukeoleptic]

[ She can hear the sigh and she cracks up, but she doesn't seem apologetic. ]

The guy who used to work here and move the heavy stuff for us left. Sooo..

voice;

[helps]

[ for a second he doesn't get it, but then... ]

Oh. Right. Moving stuff. That's what I do. [ he kind of made that bed for himself, didn't he? ] Well, you came to the right guy then.

voice;

[nukeoleptic]

Hehehe.

[ She was wondering if he'd catch on. :') ]

I can pay you! I just really can't move this stuff by myself. I'm doing some table rearranging.

voice;

[helps]

It's alright. First time's on the house.

[ he wouldn't really feel comfortable taking money from a kid anyway. ]

Consider all your tables rearranged.

voice;

[nukeoleptic]

Great! We're in Heimdall District. The Highwind- it's on the main road, you can't miss it.

voice;

[helps]

Highwind... I think I've seen it around. When do you need me? Right away?