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! ]

Comments

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[executiveassistant]

[aw harvey. it would be easier for them both, but she is quickly recovering from her slip-up.]

Those might count too, though I was thinking more along the lines of 'don't go places alone' and 'never split up' and 'why doesn't anyone take a vacation to Hawaii'?

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[lawyer]

Hawaii's tacky, Donna.

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[executiveassistant]

Have you ever heard of an ax-murderer in Hawaii?

No? Me neither. Creepy space ships, on the other hand, are top of the list. So don't get ax-murdered, and I'll do my best to do the same.

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[lawyer]

I've heard of Xerox murderers in Hawaii.

[but he smiles and it's in his tone, definitely taking her advice to heart. oh donna.]

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[executiveassistant]

[oh harvey, rather. She scoffs.]

Shut up, you. Leave me to my Hawaii delusions.

Well, if you're satisfied with your pursuit of lesbian makeouts...?

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[lawyer]

Have you... met the Irenes? You should.

[A pause.]

Nothing to do with the lesbian makeouts by the way, but you all seem to be of the opinion that the world should play fanfare every time you walk into a room.

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[executiveassistant]

Do I hear skepticism in your tone? You sound like you don't think there should be fanfare.

[An arched eyebrow at that--

but she continues quickly enough.]

I've met one lovely lady Irene Adler. Her face is almost move-star familiar.

[She totally remembers that movie.]

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[lawyer]

[he's going to sit here and make faces because he can't tell whether she is mocking him or not. he totally is(n't) an adult]

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[executiveassistant]

[here's a hint--she's mocking you.]

If I end up in a makeout session with any Irene Adler, you're not invited.

[A flick of her fingers, just in case you weren't sure if she's mocking you, and she ends the call.

Click!]