IC ❥ Voicemail;

[executiveassistant]

You've reached the voicemail of Donna Paulsen. I am currently unavailable, but if you leave your name and a brief description of what you need, I will get back to you just as soon as I can.

Thank you.

[ Beep! ]

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[lawyer]

I may or may not have considered the fact that the two Irene Adlers on the ship may have made out.

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[executiveassistant]

[That's.

Hold on give her a moment.

That's one of her literary childhoods right there.]

...Hoping for a ticket to the show?

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[logicunlocked]

[ By now Donna would have known him as the easy-going charmer, but right now he's feeling just a touch subdued. He's not real happy about the aftermath of the hijack attempt, and he's got some pain from being punched in the head. All he can think about now is how much he wants to experience something pleasant, and that immediately brings her to mind. He definitely enjoys spending time with her, and though they haven't known each other long enough for it to be anything serious, he's pretty sure he can rely on her. ]

Hey, Donna; it's York. You up for a drink?

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[executiveassistant]

[Hearing from York is certainly never a bad thing. In fact, in a place like this he's an assurance for a good time and some easy-going fun and while she's not yet sure if she wants to take it a step further for more fun or actually strive for a stronger friendship (or even both), for now she's not going to ever turn down a drink invitation from him.]

For you? Absolutely.

[She smiles, and hasn't quite yet gotten the sense that anything is wrong. Yet.]

Meet you there, or here?

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[fraud]

[ his voice sounds kind of shaky, like he's trying to hold it together just barely. ]

Please please please don't be dead-- I mean, be safe. You won't die, h-hahaha, of course. You're not stupid. Just. Stay in your room. Please? Or the common areas or something just-- Be careful.

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[executiveassistant]

This is me, alive. Hey, rookie, calm yourself.

[she saw it too. It's bad and she was shaken but Mike is More Shaken and that's good, because she can deal with that, it can be put on a higher priority than freaking out is and that'll help her keep it together.]

Where are you staying, then? I take it you're somewhere reasonably safe, since you're giving me Horror Films 101.

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[fraud]

I really miss pistachios.

[fraud]

And chocolate.

[fraud]

Oh my god, I miss chocolate so much.

[fraud]

And cheetos.

[fraud]

Bagels.

[fraud]

Tacos.

[fraud]

But like Taco Bell tacos, not actual tacos.

[fraud]

I miss actual tacos too though, now that I think about it.

[fraud]

OH MY GOD STEAK.

[fraud]

Eggs!

[fraud]

Wait, you can actually get eggs here.

[fraud]

Pancakes.

[fraud]

PBR.

[fraud]

Oh my god, remember that coffee stand just outside the offices? Near the benches, not the other one. That guy had the best banana nut muffin I've ever bought from a street cart ever.

[fraud]

The coffee was pretty decent too.

[fraud]

And the hot dog guy near the fountain? Also really good. Harvey used to steal my hot dogs but never when I got the ones with relish, actually.

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[firms]

Have you ever been having a conversation and then someone says something like, "Oh, you're the paralegal" - except in this case substitute paralegal for -- something else or use the idea itself... My point is, is that what I would've always been? A paralegal too scared to take her LSATS again? Someone not good enough to be a lawyer?

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[executiveassistant]

My job is a legal assistant, but that is not who I am.

Your current job is a paralegal, but that's not who you are. You're Rachel. And Rachel can be the best of the best paralegal, or a damn fine lawyer. Nothing about you says it has to be one or the other.

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[showmance]

[ Sounding more than a little distressed and frazzled. ]

Hi, Miss Paulsen. It's Rachel. I know we don't know each other very well, but I really need someone to talk to. You can just ignore me if you feel like it's improper to skip the bonding stage of our inevitable mentor-student relationship, and go straight straight to the confidant stage—I completely understand and would never even dream of holding it against you. [ an abrupt pause. ]

It's just....my friend Blaine disappeared, and I don't know what to do.

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[executiveassistant]

[oh no, her cute little fellow arts lover sounds very distressed, and for this, there is only one response.]

I have Chunky Monkey ice cream, a room with an extra chair and a free afternoon. That's my final offer, take it or leave it.

[these things must be discussed in person over gal pal bonding ice cream, obviously. She's not going to leave you in the lurch, new student-she-has-taken-under-her-wing.]

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[firms]

I'm ninety-nine percent sure James Bond has left the building. And seventy-five percent sure how I feel about this. Missed opportunity? Or, good riddance?

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[executiveassistant]

C) all of the above. You didn't want to be a Bond Girl, no matter how good the booze.