ic voicemail

[lawyer]

Not here.

If the matter is non urgent, direct all inquiries to Donna Paulsen at 012 » 144.

[There's a beep. Leave a message.]

Comments

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[fraud]

Damn right I am.

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[lawyer]

I'm still finding you a gun.

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[fraud]

I don't want a gun.

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[lawyer]

You can't hold off aliens with a baseball bat.

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[fraud]

[ HOW DID YOU KNOW ]

I never said!! And you don't know if there are aliens here, do you? Stop assuming the worst!

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[lawyer]

We are trapped. Prison. Space Hell, as they say.

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[fraud]

And yet there is a functioning community here that has been able to hold themselves together for eleven months if my math is correct? (It is.) Yet not once has anyone mentioned aliens, what do you think that means? The ship was abandoned when they arrived, not infested.

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[lawyer]

[Harvey's rolling his eyes in his room at the moment. He knows, of course he does. But that's the problem - thinking about it logically means that they should just hide in the safest parts of the ship all day. But that's not Harvey's way.]

Alien's just a term for anything we're not familiar with, rookie.

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[fraud]

No. No. No no no no no no no no no no.

[ he's not answering any more of these texts now OR IF YOU COME TO HIS ROOM because he is not being an idiot and ~playing the hero~ or whatever delusional fantasy you're crocked up, Harvey. he's going to follow the guidelines in Ianto's post and he's going to stay quiet for a while and watch the network because that is the safest way to do things and fuck you, Harvey Specter for trying to make him do otherwise. ]