IC Contact | Sirenspull

[momchester]

Hi, this is Mary Winchester. I can't come to the phone right now, so leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you just as soon as I can. Thanks!

[Pause.]

...Beep.

[Yes, she said the word "beep." Don't sass.]

Comments

text;

[paterelohim]

Hi, Mary. We haven't spoken, but I've seen you around the Network, and I know who you are.

I'm from your world. This will sound really strange, but I'm actually a prophet. I had visions of your sons' lives and the war and battles they fought. I also had some visions of their childhood, long after it happened. The Winchesters aren't very forthcoming people, as I'm sure you've discovered for yourself, so if you ever need answers, you can contact me and I can see if I can give you more than anyone else has.

Consider this an open invitation.

Call;

[wearinandtearin.livejournal.com]

[Hey Mary, here's your son calling. The older and more attractive one, of course.]

Call;

[momchester]

[She still always sounds bemused when she first answers. It's hard to get over a Star Trek communicator ringing in your purse.]

Hello?

call | backdated to the 18th;

[longaevus]

[ If Mary could see her she would see this face, but as it is Helen just sounds a little... awkward. Why? i) Helen rarely admits needing help. ii) Helen Magnus rarely dates and right now both are happening ]

Hi, it's Helen. [ Just give her a moment to figure out how the heck to ask ] I'd like your advice with something.

call~

[momchester]

Hey, Helen. [If Mary sounds tired, it's only because she woke up to her son's Hell-rape nightmare last night piggybacking the nightmare of her new friend who happens to be identical to said son. Nbd.]

Okay. What is it?

[failedparenting]

[Hey, Mary, it's hubby calling.]

Hey, Mary? You didn't tell me where you went off to.

[Also why is all the stuffing gone. He was totally going to eat that.]

backdated to 11/25

[momchester]

[Hey, it's wifey picking up. It sounds like she's outside, in the city.]

John? Uh, sorry. I thought I left a note...

Call;

[tom-hanniger.livejournal.com]

[Oh thank god it went to voice mail. Tom speaks with a quiet sympathy.]

Hey Mary... It's Tom.

I uh.. I just wanted to see if. I don't know. If you wanted to go on a walk or something. But I get it if you don't.

I heard what happened. Jesus, Mary, I'm so sorry.

..

[Click]

TIME FOR PHONE TAG

[momchester]

[She gets the call during work and lets it go to voicemail on purpose. Tom's gentle voice fills the back room while she stocks supplies and does inventory, and she only has to close her eyes and count to five once. It's impressive, all things considered.

Mary's never been more grateful for the difference in their voices.

It's a few hours later when she calls, during her twenty-minute smoke break that precedes the real lunch break.]

Call

[fairymicrowaver.livejournal.com]

Hey, mom. I'm going to go see Dad and make sure he's doing ok. I'll be back later, [There's a pause.] ...love you.

Call

[momchester]

[Nnnn oh Dean, her heart. It pierces right through the endless mantra of FML and makes her smile a little.]

I love you too.

...That's the first time I've said that to you since- since. Before. When you were little.

[But that was four months ago when she put a little child to bed. Learning to connect that love to a man three years her elder took time. She never got the guts to tell him before. It warms her inside to finally get it out.]

text (NV bug)

[returnsmagic]

Well, when he's back from China he's probably gonna be pissed I used the spare key he gave me to prove to everyone I'm fucking an NBA player. We took all his booze too.

text L O L

[momchester]

...I'm sorry, what?

[NV virus]

[dancingwithvalhalla]

I had a dream last night, there was a gumball machine that was filled with Oxycontin. I would try to get some but got vitamins instead. I was so frustrated!! woke up angry.

text;

[momchester]

That sounds like an interesting dream. You might want to check your NV's outgoing messages.

NV BUG

[failedparenting]

Hey baby girl when you gonna let my tongue get up in that ass like i'm an explorer trying to go deep under on a quest for the lost city of atlantis

[momchester]

...John?

WORRIED TEXT MESSAGE!!!!!

[cheerhealer]

how are you?

[momchester]

[Mary won't respond at all that day, but she's in the hospital for a few days at least, if Claire wants to stop by. Her reply comes on Thursday around 3 in the morning.]

alive.

[Offline]

[thelightbringer]

[Hear that sound of feathers? Smell those flowers?

Well, ok, the flowers aren't some beautiful arrangement. They're in a pot, so they can grow. He wouldn't give you dying, fresh cut flowers what are you, insane?]

[momchester]

[It happens while Ro's downstairs getting herself some lunch and away time - partly because Mary practically pushed her out the door, insisting that she walk around and get fresh air so they aren't both stir-crazy - in a little flutter of noise. Mary's rolled slightly on her side, facing the wall and staring dully at the little hospital TV without really watching it.

She doesn't bother moving.]

Mm.

[Whoever it is will pipe up, undoubtedly.]

[Video]

[ofthursday]

[Castiel is calling late, but this is important.]

Mary, you know Chuck's friend Michael, correct?

[Video]

[momchester]

Uh, yeah- Michael Xavier, he's- he's my friend.

[With that same weighted tone that indicates that it's deeper than cut-and-dried friendship (something almost familial) that to Cas probably just sounds like Winchester speak. Danger, Will Robinson.]

Why? What's going on?

voice;

[axemeaquestion]

[Okay, that beep thing was actually cute.

BY THE WAY, RING RING MOTHERFUCKER.]

voice;

[momchester]

Hello?

[voicemail]

[failedparenting]

Mary, I'm....[Awkward silence is awkward. Ugh, he feels like a kid again, begging for forgiveness after his usual bouts of idiocy.]...it was an accident. I'm sorry.

[Here, have some more awkward silence.]

Uh, call me back, if you want. I'll make it up to you, I swear.

[text]

[momchester]

I know you didn't mean to. It's just frustrating that I can't count on you to have a simple private conversation after almost five months here.

[video]

[failedparenting]

[Ring ring, pain and suffering is waiting for you to answer.

Normally John would go audio for something so....emotionally charged, but this is something that has to be done face-to-face. Even if it betrays emotions that he thought shriveled up and died years ago.]

Mary? Mary, what the hell is this?

[He waves the papers at the camera.]

[video]

[momchester]

It's a piece of paper, John.

All it is is a simple agreement. No lawyers, no courts- nothing binding.

[ a couple of hours after the announcement about John's death ]

[hostage]

[Ring, ring.]

[momchester]

[It goes to voicemail. She'll answer her NV again or start returning calls in a few hours, when she isn't hiding in Dean's lap.]

[video]

[parentingfail]

You need to take away Ben's NV.

[video]

[momchester]

[She answers about a million years later.]

Thank you.

[action]

[failedparenting]

[When Mary gets home from work today, she'll find flowers at her door. There's a tacky little card stuck in the bouquet, printed with two sad looking kittens hugging or something. Inside it reads:]

Sorry I'm such an asshole.

[And if that doesn't work, the flowers are sitting on a moderately squashed box of chocolates.

Gold star for trying, at least.]

[text]

[momchester]

You're not an asshole, John. You just don't always have your priorities straight.

[text]

[ofthursday]

I heard about what occurred.

[text]

[momchester]

Did you hear my prayer?

[She was so worried about them. All of them.]

text | ten minutes after Ben's post

[magnetic_magpie]

Mary,

Did you install that app I sent you to Ben's NV?

M

text

[momchester]

yes.

[backdated to that one human night][also video]

[manicpixiedreamgirl]

Maryyyy! Pick up~

lmfao oh alice

[momchester]

[ . . . ]

Alice?

[Audio] backdated to forever

[failedparenting]

[Ring ring, husband calling.]

Mary? Mary pick up, you won't believe this!

[Audio] backdated to forever

[momchester]

John?

[text] backdated to whenever this actually happened.

[swedge]

How do you know if someone's left? Like. Left Siren's Port. Completely.

[text] 1/2

[momchester]

You check the Network listings or try to call them. If it bounces back...

[text]

[failedparenting]

MARY. HELP.

[voice]

[momchester]

John? What happened? Are you okay?

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.

at least six hours later

[momchester]

who's Vanilla Ice