voicemail ☎ to desmond descant || backdated to march 21st

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[A familiar genial old man speaks, though he sounds a bit disappointed to have hit Des' voicemail instead of reaching him directly.]  Ah, Mr. Descant. It seems I have reached you at an inopportune moment, however I do hope this message finds you.  It would seem that our Miss Eterna Jade has made a very specific request to be escorted back to her home by you, now that we have finished out... little talks.  

I do hope you'll consider taking her, and as before, you will be compensated for your time and trouble.

There is, however, an addendum to this request, as well.

I'm afraid that the information we wished to get from our .... Miss "Jade" has proven most difficult to extract from her, and I am quite worried that it is simply because she does not trust that our institution is not linked to certain enemies of hers.  Due to the nature of the ... well, I suppose one may say that it turned into a bit of a rescue operation that day, you may have built a sort of ... rapport with Miss Jade which may have established a base line of trust that we are unfortunately lacking in our relationship to her.  Therefore, what we are primarily interested in is whether you may be able to find out something more from her than we can.

So we would ask that you at least give it a go in the process of returning her home, and then return here with what you've found, and we will gladly deliver you your check.  

Thank you, Mr. Descant.  It has been a pleasure thus far.

Comments

Call;

[nothingsodivine]

[RING RING BANANAPHONE.]

[rationalizes]

[ Have an all too familiar voice, Des. o___o ]

The Hoffman Institute. How might I direct your call?

[nothingsodivine]

[...You are fucking kidding him.]

You don't know when to quit, do you?

[rationalizes]

[after the l o n g e s t beat in history:]






Beg pardon?

[nothingsodivine]

You can't bullshit a bullshitter, lady.

[rationalizes]

I can assure there is no... none of that intended.

Might I ... [oh so flustered] how might I direct... your call? [ The last bit comes out nearly as a squeak]

[nothingsodivine]

You can direct it to the guy who left me a voicemail message, but I don't think "bound and gagged in the closet" has an extension.

[rationalizes]

... If... if you're referring to Dr. Hoffman, he's in his office.

[ thisissoawkward ] Er. One moment. I'll put you through.

[nothingsodivine]

Thank you. [OH SO SWEETLY.]

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[la la la la oh here he is]

Mr. Descant, I presume!

[nothingsodivine]

That's me. Love the new secretary. I bet she aspires to be a lady in a flower shop someday too, right?

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I rather think her diction already quite impeccable. An admirable trait in a secretary.

I assume you got my message.

[nothingsodivine]

No, I'm calling because we're such good friends. Yeah, I got the message.

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Am I to believe then, that you're willing to assist us once more?

[nothingsodivine]

You make it sound like it's such a big deal to take a girl back to her club.

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I suppose it isn't, for all that. [FRIENDLY CHUCKLE. SO FRIENDLY.]

[nothingsodivine]

...Uh-huh [The universal sarcastic affirmation for "Man, I don't get paid enough for this."]

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We'll see you tomorrow promptly at noon.

[nothingsodivine]

You got it. [He'll be armed for bear. :|]

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Then I shall wish you a good evening for now.

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