UNIVERSAL IC CONTACT

[failedparenting]

[There's no personalized message, just a robot lady voice telling you to leave a message for a John Winchester at the tone.]

Comments

call

[momchester]

[Brrrrrrng.]

Re: call

[failedparenting]

[He's deep in the engine of an elderly Jeep, so he doesn't get the call right away.

Later, when he sees the missed call, he's reluctant to call back. But he's always bee a sucker for her, hasn't he?]

Mary?

text | nv virus

[cheerhealer]

I am making a budget for 2012. Should condoms be in the insurance or entertainment category?

Re: text | nv virus

[failedparenting]

who is this?

tfln virus!

[magnetic_magpie]

after he passed out we removed everything electronic from his room, stuck in some old books and an ancient typewriter from goodwill. for 20 min. we had him convinced he'd drunk himself backward in time.

Re: tfln virus!

[failedparenting]

[Okay then. This is...unexpected...]

i didn't know you had it in you

nv virus. late to the party sob

[tom_hanniger]

First off: I'm drunk so fuck you. Second: you weren't a bad girlfriend. Tres: thats 3 in spanish. Number 4: fuck 3 Doors Down

Re: nv virus. late to the party sob

[failedparenting]

never contact this number again

[Yeah, it's clearly the virus, but fuck all the things, he has some Issues with Tom.]

call

[momchester]

[The instant he picks up-] John?

[She sounds just this side of panicked.]

Re: call

[failedparenting]

[Well this is eighty different kinds of unexpected.]

What? Are you okay?

text; backdated to 3/16, around 2 am

[momchester]

Dean's here. He showed up probably forty minutes ago.

I know it's cruel of me to ask, but I think he should rest tonight. There's a lot on his plate and the first night is always hard. He knows you're alive here and that you're upstairs.

audio; ignore the icons ;-;

[failedparenting]

[Ring ring, pick the hell up.]

delivery

[momchester]

[Just inside his front door will be an official-looking envelope containing separation papers, legal to Siren's Port courtesy of Mary's new citizenship status.

On the stove is a small casserole dish of macaroni and cheese- the kind Mary used to make, that John loved so much. Deanna made it the first time he had dinner at their house.]

text;

[family_remains]

Hey.

text;

[failedparenting]

you've got some balls contacting me

envelope under his door/backdated to birfday

[momchester]

[A pair of tickets to a Port baseball game next month. It's a big game that has everyone hyped even this far in advance.]

text;

[longaevus]

[ She'd debated deleting and not sending this but for the unawkward part of her that understands what the dying and coming back part feels like? Well, she's there ]

I'm glad that you're alright.

[ She hopes. Assumes. From his 'I'm back' he hadn't seemed too... worse off ]

And I know what it's like, if you need to talk.

[ Okay maybe the non-awkward was still a lie but it's not an every day topic ]

Re: text;

[parentingfail]

[Oh. Well. This is...really awkward. He's honestly surprised she'd even care he'd come and gone.

How does he even answer?]

thanks

i'm good, but thanks for the offer. i think i can manage this

video; omg locked

[fridgetothefire]

Hey. Uh. You're John, right?

Re: video; omg locked

[parentingfail]

Yes?

[Voicemail]

[possessing]

Hey there.

Here's something, straight from me to you.

Happy Father's Day!

I mean, way I see it, you sure did a bang up job. Someone should really give you a medal.

I'll talk to you later, Johnny boy.

anonymous blocked number - hang up calls

[(Anonymous)]

[Have six calls John, one after another, from an anonymous blocked number which hang up once it hits voice mail or you answer.

Sorry to be annoying.]

Voicemail

[vw_coyote]

So. I need some help. I am also moving and opening my own place. You're welcome to work for me. But... call me back. I got into trouble.

Sorry it took so long. I was moving D:

[failedparenting]

[Ring ring, concerned John is concerned.]

Mercy? What happened?

video/private;

[momchester]

John, I have a question. Who was that girl you were picking a fight with?

Re: video/private;

[failedparenting]

[Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.]

She's just some witch who think she's amazing.

[text]

[swedge]

You gonna follow through with that drink?

[text]

[failedparenting]

yeah, whenever you want

something up?

Anonymous Text on October 1st

[aggravating]

ARE YOU BONING THE HULK?

INQUIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW.

RESPOND IMMEDIATELY TO AVOID HOURLY UPDATES OF VANILLA ICE LYRICS FOR THE NEXT TWO MONTHS.

[failedparenting]

this is not the fucking time

voicemail | 10/9/2012

[(Anonymous)]

[This was awkward - he'd planned on having Mercy help with this part. So he just used a backdoor code to send the call straight to voicemail.]

Hello John? I'm sure you've noticed by now that Mercy Thompson is no longer in the Port. I've been handling getting her estate straightened out and there is some property here for you. The address is -

[He leaves the address, a nice little one story house over a double garage, in sector four, an easy walk to the coast, closer to sector eight than sector six.]

[failedparenting]

[Except he's not just going to roll over and go to some anonymous location via an anonymous message.]

Who is this?

(Optional)

[edge_of_nothing]

[* PING! * GOES YOUR INBOX. A wild attachment appears!]



[WHAT DO YOU DO?

> Y (accept) / N (reject) / PIE (do you want to know more?) ]

[[OOC: This all goes with The OOC notif and this post, so.]]

voicemail;

[momchester]

[yes, you're getting a call, in the middle of Mary's work day.]

Hey, John... wanna meet me for lunch?

[And it's after John's lunch, too, so of course he just ate.]

Re: voicemail;

[failedparenting]

[Luckily, it's a slow day at the garage, so he can take the time to talk.]

Ah, sure babe, but I already ate.

text; private;

[swedge]

[dear john, have a picture of a currently passed out dean winchester sprawled across what looks like a very messed up bed.

and in case you don't really understand, have some text accompanying the picture.]

FYI your cockblock failed.

[consider this revenge.]

[failedparenting]

[MOTHERFU-]

you two are in deep shit

voicemail; audio;

[mulletrock]

Look, I bet you're pretty pissed at me, and I don't blame you.

I know there's no way I can make you believe me when I say it's not what you think it is. Not with Jo, but...

This isn't about that.

This is about Sam.

If you're there, Dad. I need your help.

amat | call

[mulletrock]

Hey, Dad. I know we haven't really seen eye to eye lately, but if you've got a second we need to talk.

Backdated to 12/26

[sorryitasedyou]

[ As much as Darcy might've liked to get everything out in time, Wonderland had a weird way of screwing up her plans. So, after a solid day's sleep, she starts making her rounds - dropping off gifts on each floor while using a little red wagon. In front of John's door, he'll find a basket that contains:

• a blanket
• a festive mug
• a few different flavors of tea
• honey
• another mug of hot chocolate supplies with a note to just add hot milk
• a chocolate dipped stirring spoon
• ridiculous fuzzy socks
• a tiny stuffed animal
• assorted candy
• a few bottles of booze, including a very nice bottle of bourbon
• and an ornament

There's a note dangling from one of the handles that reads:

Hope Wonderland's attempts at holiday cheer didn't go too poorly for you. Here are a few supplies to help get back into the swing of things. Happy Holidays!

- Darcy ]

[action]

[failedparenting]

[In the morning, John stumbles out of his room painfully hungover and just eager to get something in his body that isn't grain based. He almost crushes the basket underfoot, but notices at the last minute and nearly falls back into his rooms right on his ass.

Later on, when he's more together, he'll eye the basket skeptically and then reads the note. Really, something must be in the air because his eyes start watering. Huh. Inexplicable.

It's a shame. Mary would've loved the socks and tea.]

Mask or Menace; text;

[itistolaugh]

hey cupcake
how do you feel about one night stands🍆

Re: Mask or Menace; text;

[failedparenting]

[Once you hit a certain age, you really stop expecting women to be any kind of interested. So that's why John chokes on his beer and swears loudly when he gets the message.

Well, damn.]

historically a fan

whats with the eggplant?