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Feb. 23rd, 2017 09:37 am
futurespacemom: (smiling)
[personal profile] futurespacemom
Hi, this is Hera. Leave a message if you need to. I'll get back to you if I can.

Date: 2018-04-20 01:09 am (UTC)
somethingwithturquoise: (who the fuck is taddy mason?)
From: [personal profile] somethingwithturquoise
After a very, very, very, very long internal debate and a lot of baseless hoping that Kanan would just wake up and it wouldn't be an issue, Summer sighed, took a very deep breath, and pulled out her phone.

"Uh, heeeey, Miss Hera? Yeaaaah, this is, uh, Summer? And, um, I thought maybe you might want to know that...um...well, okay, I'll just say it. Kanan's in the clinic right now. No one's really sure what it is yet; he's not conscious, but he is breathing. I, uh, I thought you should know.

"Oh, and if you come down here, could you also bring food for Stance? He's here, too. Stance. But he's okay. I mean, he's not unconscious, like Kanan, he's just here...you know what? I'm going to shut up now. We're at the clinic, just so you know. Okay, bye."

**CLICK**

Date: 2018-05-02 01:21 pm (UTC)
throughaphase: (phone)
From: [personal profile] throughaphase
[From here]

“I have made nothing but babies recently. What kind of question is that?”
Edited Date: 2018-05-02 01:22 pm (UTC)

Date: 2018-08-06 04:12 pm (UTC)
uncertain_dume: (Tiredest)
From: [personal profile] uncertain_dume
"Uh, hey, Hera. Something's come up. Not a bad something, but a big something. I'm going to be out of town, probably for a few days, but I will come back. Can... can you just continue to watch Stance for me? I... Yeah. I'll be back."

He felt that bit was important to repeat a few times, apparently.

"It's Jedi business. On Coruscant. Not ours. It's safe. It's fine."

He was most certainly not fine.

Christmas Eve morning.

Date: 2018-12-24 12:10 am (UTC)
spectre_alenko: Kaidan looking oh so very serious (Default)
From: [personal profile] spectre_alenko
Kaidan had bribed some squirrels. On the morning of Christmas Eve, outside the door to your apartment are two packages. One is addressed to Kanan, one to Hera. There is no 'from' line.

Hera's package contains an array of Tummy Tingling Tuchanka Sauce bottles, and what is perhaps a warning. Around the neck of each bottle hangs a string with cute little lampworked glass chili peppers. The mildest of the bottles has four chilis. The last has ten.

Date: 2019-04-10 08:21 pm (UTC)
uncertain_dume: (Lip Chew)
From: [personal profile] uncertain_dume
"Hey, Hera? Sorry to leave this as a message like this, but something came u-- space that's not what I want to say right now. Uh."

Kanan was having a rough night.

"What I mean to say is, with the island pulling its annual stupidity, it's probably not a bad idea to go somewhere and take a breather for a bit. You head off your way, I'll head off mine, we reconvene on Saturday back on the island, just in case of that other thing we've been hit with twice now this time of year? I don't want to do anything this week we're going to both regret later."

He didn't want to be something she'd regret later.

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