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The last time Xander missed a really important call, he'd had no other excuse than not hearing the ringtone over his hometown falling into a sinkhole around his ears.

This time, at least he could say it wasn't his fault. The thing hadn't given so much as a buzz in the last two days -- which was actually kind of ridiculous, like half his construction clients had decided to go on vacation or something -- and then all of a sudden the message light was blinking at him from atop the pizza box he hadn't even opened yet.

Funny how, once he'd let it play, Xander really didn't give a crap that it wasn't his fault (or even entirely believe that, because... because there should've been something.)

He wasn't much in the mood for pizza anymore, either.
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[Open for texts/calls/people who live in THE FUTURE. Mmm, pizza.]

Date: 2011-11-26 03:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Note to self: start a new interdimensional company after this mess is resolved," Parker said, trying to joke, but sounding far too grim. "God. I hope she's okay too. Haven't heard from her in a while." She shook her head. "I've already moved a ton of money to the bank at Fandom, to make sure that people can... stay. As long as they need to."

Date: 2011-11-26 06:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"That's great, but have your damn parachutes ready. This is taking out whole worlds, Xander," Parker said, sounding sharper than she wanted to. Her voice softened. "Don't wait so long you scare the crap out of us."

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