Voicemail

[mustbeawitch]

Is this how it--oh, I think it's--Yes, hello, you have reached the "voice mail box" of Miss Lydia Bennet. Please leave your particulars and I shall return your call just as soon as I have finished figuring out how this thing works. Thank you.

Comments

[single_man_tear]

So last week's class had been somewhat... personally revealing in a few ways. So when Dean tried to send a message to Navaan it definitely went to the wrong place.

Look, I don't regret anything about that night when we flanged but I'd really appreciate it if you didn't bring it up in front of the girl I'm seeing in class tomorrow. Cool?

~phone day~

[what_big_teeth]

Eleanor was likely spending about ten minutes staring at her phone, a half hour wanting to hide under her bed forever. And probably just as long typing out a response to the baffling message sent by Kamala, because she still didn't have a good grasp on texting yet, murmuring the words as she typed them out.

What romantic feelings are you talking about? What previous text?

There was a deep breath as she almost addresses the body situation, but, at the last second, chickened out and left it at that.

[mustbeawitch]

(Went here and here!

Re: ~phone day~

[mustbeawitch]

(Went here and here!)

Wacky Phone Day!

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

Yet another message that Arden wasn't sure how to deal with.

"Okay, so as flattered as I am to be your forbidden fruit...uh, actually, I don't really know how to finish that. Umm, thanks?"

Re: Wacky Phone Day!

[mustbeawitch]

(Went here and here!)

[fears_no_one]

"While I'm flattered by your invitation, I don't think it's appropriate for me to show up at a woman's home when we haven't been introduced yet. But thank you!"

And no one had mentioned anything about balls! Huzzah.

[mustbeawitch]

(Went here and here, still without mention of balls. We must be losing our touch.)

[moreofaponchoguy]

[From here!]

"I do consider myself to be romantic, and I don't think there's anything wrong with that. I wish I could say I haven't heard about anyone's... bits today, but that hasn't been the case. I assume it's not the same for you?"

[mustbeawitch]

(And it went here and here!)

[slothbabyproductions]

Dropped off at Lydia's mailbox in the dorm was a box with her name on it.

Inside was a batch of delicious chocolate chip cookies (the secret ingredient is nutmeg), a batch of nan khatai cookies,mix mithai and... six pairs of athletic socks.

Along with a note:
Lydia,

We thought you might need a little something to make your day. (Also everyone needs socks) From our family to yours!

-Muneeba Khan

[slothbabyproductions]

It was care package time again and Kamala's parents had once again sent small packages to not only Kamala but also her friends as well.

One was of course specifically for Lydia. Inside she would find some spiced tea, barfi (which tastes better than it sounds) and some gulab jamun. Additionally there was a small wooden box that contained a watch with a colorful dupatta. Along with a note:

Lydia,

I hope you are doing well on the island! Kamala's texts tell me that everyone is fine and doing well but as usual it lacks the details a mother truly needs to know. Regardless please enjoy some of the treats, they are some of Kamala's favorites. Also her Nani recently send some of her old belongings to us and decided to pass one of them along to you as a small gift. The dupatta belonged to her Nani Amma which she wore before her family took them to Pakistan during the Partition. We thought it fitting for such a fine young woman such as yourself.

Enjoy the treats!
-Muneeba Khan

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

Hopefully Lydia hadn't been here long enough to pick up the general feeling about getting actual phone calls on her phone, because that was happening today.

Ring ring!

[mustbeawitch]

Lydia said, "Hello?" with the general air of one who wasn't sure if she was doing it right.

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

"Hi, Lydia," Arden said, sounding just as beaten down as she had on her call to Gray. "Sorry for calling, but I wanted to apologize for not meeting up with you yesterday. Umm, I got hurt Friday night and..." She trailed off a bit unsure how to finish. "Sorry."

That seemed as good as anything, honestly.

[mustbeawitch]

"You got hurt?" Lydia repeated. She didn't quite understand enough about phones and such to expand that to, 'You got hurt in a way that kept you from your phone for two days?' but she did ask, "Are you all right? You sound awful."

Great job, Lydia, that was for sure just what she wanted to hear.

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

Don't worry, she knew. But she was pretty sure she sounded better than she felt?

"I'm better than I was, but that doesn't make me good," she said with a wry smile. "But, uh. It got bad. Which was why I didn't come shopping. I couldn't. I'm really sorry if I made you look bad in front of your friends."

Well, not Wickham. Georgiana and Kitty, though.

[mustbeawitch]

"Oh, it's all right," Lydia hastened to assure her. "I believe Kitty is quite in love with Mr. Blackwood's cat, anyway. Although you were very much missed! The important thing is that you feel better. Have you seen a doctor?" She believed there was one of those at the clinic sometimes, and not just crabs.

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

"No," Arden said quickly. "I don't, uh. Do that. Ever."

Stupid doctors and their stupid tests that return the data: very much not human.

"Do you have time...? I mean, I don't know if you have time right now or over the next few days or something, but...I'd really like to talk. Face to face. Because you're my friend and you're really important to me and I'm really fucking up this whole phone call, but in my defense I'm pretty fucked up and I think I lost control of this sentence."

[mustbeawitch]

"Arden!" Lydia exclaimed in shock. "Arden, I truly do think you should see a doctor!" It sounded as if she had taken leave of her senses, using such language. "Did you perhaps hit your head?"

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

Well, she was definitely out of them enough to forget the rule not to swear in front of Lydia.

"No, I..." How to explain this without going into everything? Because she wanted to, but Lydia deserved the explanation and apology face to face. "I got sorta poisoned."

You know, how like Kitty was sorta pregnant!

[mustbeawitch]

"POISONED?!" Lydia shrieked. Well, if Arden's head hadn't already hurt, it surely did now. "How on Earth did you get poisoned, and why wouldn't you summon a doctor?!" Or at least a crab. Did the crab provide medical care?

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

You know, one would almost hope.

"Ow," Arden said, wincing and holding the phone away until Lydia was done abusing italics loudly. "My legal guardian found me? It's a long story."

[mustbeawitch]

Those italics deserved everything they got.

"Your--legal guardian?" Lydia sputtered. Well, of course Arden had a legal guardian! She wasn't twenty-one or married yet! (What?) She just hadn't heard her mention one before, and, "I don't understand how that leads to you being poisoned." Oh, there were the italics again. (Was Arden an heiress, that her guardian had tried to kill her for her money? No, that was Lydia's imagination running away with her.) "I--" Pause. Deep breath. "You just need to rest up, dearest, and we can talk once you're feeling better." That was the reasonable thing to do, right?

The police! Had she called the police? Wait, she lived with the detective-sheriff. Lydia was sure they were already on the case.

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

Well...money had sorta been involved? Ish?

"Okay," Arden said. "But yes. I do wanna talk to you when I'm a little bit better." And could face the coming clean part of it without immediately dissolving into a wreck. "Thank you for understanding, Lydia."

[mustbeawitch]

That would be good, because Lydia didn't handle people dissolving into a wreck well at all! Just look at how heartless she was to the privacy-invading porg! "Of course we'll talk when you're feeling better," Lydia promised her. "Is Kamala there? Does she know that you're ill?"

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

"She is," Arden promised, and elided over Cal being there, too. "She was one of the people the house woke up when it realized that I was--" skipping over the 'd' word there "--that I wasn't doing very well. Her parents too. I'm not alone."

Now. If only there was a lesson here for her to learn...

[mustbeawitch]

"Oh, good," Lydia said in relief. "Her parents will know what to do." Thank God for actual capable adults who weren't your legal guardian that poisoned you, was she right, Arden?

Also, ew, learning lessons. Who wanted to do that?

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

Not an urban fantasy heroine, that was for sure!

"I think they bought out T&C's stock of Gatorade," she said, not that Lydia had any idea what that was. And then she caught herself yawning. "I think I'm going to rest a little more now. I'm still pretty wrecked. But I'll call you when I'm feeling a little better?"

And they could have a nice talk about why Arden was recovering on the roof!

[mustbeawitch]

Arden was talking nonsense again, so she definitely needed to get back to her rest! Rest was important while you were recovering from poisoning, probably. "All right," Lydia said in her best soothing tones. "We'll talk later, when you're feeling better."

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

"Thank you, Lydia," Arden murmured. "Thank you for being my friend."

Hope that would last after Arden admitted all the lying and stuff.

"Gonna go now. Bye."

And then she was falling back asleep for a little while longer.