[A private audio message gone awry]

[threesovereigns]

[Zevran keeps his call to Roland's communicator audio only, trusting that if his quarry truly is paying attention to the goings-on in Poseidon, he'll know who he's talking to. His accent, he's well aware, is of a distinctive sort. ]

You, ser, are somewhat difficult to track down. I can respect that. I would normally take a hint that you prefer your privacy, [Which is only half a lie -- it depends on whether the elf is bored or not.] but I believe we may be able to help each other. I most humbly await your reply.


[[OOC Note: As per mod notes, Zevran will be getting a few wrong numbers before he manages to get through to Roland. I have brain power to have 3 or 4 non-Roland people get this, if you want to reply!]]

Comments

[kettchmeifyoucan]

Really haven't been trying to be. So I'm guessing something's not quite right here.

[threesovereigns]

Ah... it would appear so. Either I have entered the wrong name into this device, or the fates are attempting to signal that we are meant to be together.

I have read of such things in books, you see. Normally followed by comic misunderstandings and then several pages of torrid prose.

[kettchmeifyoucan]

Truly, it must be destiny. Assuming we're in a bad holovid. With a tagline like "He was looking for a mystery man... and found a bigger mystery".

[threesovereigns]

And just how big of a mystery are we talking about, ser? I may need to give this tale a proper look.

[kettchmeifyoucan]

Big enough to baffle many senior officers.

[threesovereigns]

Oho! Are there not generally regulations about engaging in such things with your superiors?

[Zevran tries for shocked, and succeeds with laughter.]

[kettchmeifyoucan]

My grasp of regulations has also been known to baffle them.

[Seriously. Only reason he managed to stay in is the REbellion mostly considered regulations to be strong suggestions.]

[threesovereigns]

Well, should you expand your interest in things to grasp, do let me know. For now, I shall call an end to this now and leave you desperate for more. It is as the book says, after all.

[diplomaticsolutions]

I can assure you, I am no sir.

[threesovereigns]

Ah, I apologize for the misunderstanding! In my world, 'ser' is a term of respect that does not draw lines between the sexes.

[He really has no idea who he's gotten this time, and scowls unseen at his communicator as if it's betrayed him. On the other hand... the voice sounds attractive.]

[diplomaticsolutions]

[A soft laugh.] Then my apologies, although I still can't make sense of the rest of your message.

[threesovereigns]

That would be because it was not meant for you, my lady. But! Now that fate has thrown us together, perhaps I may still assist such a dulcet voice.

[diplomaticsolutions]

I'm not aware of any assistance that I require.

[threesovereigns]

Ah, then I shall bid you good day, lady. Think on me if you find yourself with future needs.

[The weighting on 'needs' suggests he'd happily help with rather more than just carrying groceries.]

[diplomaticsolutions]

[A slight pause, wondering if she should be reading in to that.]

I'll keep that in mind- I'm Padmé, by the way.

[threesovereigns]

[It's Zevran. She should always be reading into it. He smirks to himself at the pause, and opts to do a little more spreading of an alias around.]

Should you think of me again, then you may call me 'Crow'.

[diplomaticsolutions]

If I do happen to, I will, Crow.

[dualsword]

Is this what is referred to as a "booty call"? [Thank you, Skye, for adding that to Sif's vocabulary.] I assure you, I am not interested.

[threesovereigns]

I confess I am not familiar with this term. Does it have something to do with pirates?

If so, then it is your loss -- I know a very good pirate, and she would be most worthy of your interest, were she here.