voicemail

[oldironsides]

You've reached the voicemail... Forgething... it... yeah... of Anthony Stark, Stark Industries. Leave a message if it beeps?




... how do you tell if it's recorded? Piece of alternate universe crap, you're lucky I don't rewire you into a double-ended vibra--





BEEEEEEEP

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[Voice]

[justice_is_blond]

[Handwavily, Anders has been poking daily, and will continue to do so. He sighs.]

Me again. ...right. Simply... checking.

[There's a bit of a pause.]

I... When... if...

[Anders breaks off and ends the connection.]

[Voice] May 2nd, whee

[justice_is_blond]

Mordred left today. [He sighs. His voice is echoing a little; he's in the observatory.] If this is the message that gets sent back, I don't know what...

[He ends mid-sentence and sends.]

[Voice]

[justice_is_blond]

[It starts with silence, as 'many' of them have.]

I turn this on knowing what I'm going to say. And then the words stop.

[There's the sound of breathing, the clink of something ceramic as he moves his mug, and the shuffling of papers. Muffled crowd noises can also be heard.]

I don't know what I'm doing with your bar. I'm trying to keep it working. The bartenders know more than me, actually. I think they're humoring me at this point when I help. Or attempt to help. I just want it to still be running if... This still works. That has to mean something. It must. It's...

[An exhale; the strain that had been growing in his voice is muted when he speaks again.]

I found the napkin. I didn't realize you'd written down either. It's just a drink, they're both just drinks, but they're not. And I don't know how to end these. I've no idea. I can't say... I can't.

[There's another quiet stretch. Anders' voice is a little rough for the last sentence.]

Until tomorrow, then.