prank calls!
Nov. 20th, 2006 10:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chanter1944Argh! whoever just pranked me succeeded in throwing me for a serious loop and a half!
My phone rings. I pick up, assuming it's either Dale or Lizzie or possibly Mandy, maybe one of the forensicators. Instead, I hear a male voice with a very cultured British accent saying "Is this Carlie Forsythe?" When I answer that yes, this is and should I know who's on the other end, I get an earful of "Oh, I've been waiting *so* long to talk to you!" and *that* makes my stomach do major flip-flutteries, courtesy of... well you can likely guess. When I ask again who this is, I get the answer "It's Julian." And right in the middle of thinking Julian who? he goes on, "Julian Bashir. I'm calling from Deep Space 9, we've found a way to transmit through the worm hole." And only now as I'm thinking this over did I remember that that was done, early-ish on in the series--hello, sword of stars!
The rest of it involved me laughing a lot and trying to get whoever that was to spill the beans on who he *actually* was, pointing out to him that his Bashir impression was very good, but that his voice was a bit low and getting the response that it was the harmonics. That doesn't make any sense thinking back, but hey. I knew he was being an idiot. I assumed it was Dale, since it's just the kind of thing he'd do, possibly while too drunk to remember he'd done it, and at one point I got snarky and said "Who were you expecting, Leah Brahms?" That sparked a discussion of timelines post All Good Things, which he mixed up with Endgame--another sign that this was a prankster! albeit a damn good impersonator. And yes, I did say that Leah had ended up with Geordi, because I'm not going against the gold and silver series since it actually works in canon. But anyway, I keep trying to get whoever this person is to spill the beans and confess to his real identity, and I get so fed up that I say "Alright, I'm either going to hang up or I'm calling torchwood." There I was being entirely snarky again and expected to get a who's Torchwood? response. Instead I got a crack about better Scotland Yard than them. That's what made me think it wasn't Dale on the other end of the line. this person knew Torchwood, and Dale doesn't as far as I know.
then they hung up, whoever they were. I tried to figure out who they were by getting Bridget to read my cell phone log, but it said ID restricted. Damn! I called Lizzie seeing if she knew anything, then called Dale and left a fairly pissed message on his voice mail saying if he'd just called me, to ring back and explain himself! and if not, disregard this message.
but aargh! Here's me, with too damn many daydreams in my head lately, hearing a British accent and a male voice saying he's been waiting *so* long to talk to me... you can just guess why my stomach did flip-flops. I half expected someone to be impersonating Four! *hisses at self* you idiot, Charlie, you wish! ... Er, well actually no, I don't wish since that'd likely make me *really* goofy for the rest of the day but... now I'm all rattled regardless.
In short, whoever that was pranked me, thank you for messing up my state of mind for the evening! Thank you, thank you, sharding thank you! *rolls eyes* I really wish I knew who that was. I'd prank them right back, in my best Seven of Nine voice just to turn the tables!
Edited to add: I rang Dale, left a rather pissed-off sounding message on his machine, and about a quarter hour later got a call back. It wasn't him, and we wound up talking for an hour and I vented most of my annoyance/rattled-ness with that prankster. So I feel mostly better now, though it *was* a creepy experience, and it still bothers me.
My phone rings. I pick up, assuming it's either Dale or Lizzie or possibly Mandy, maybe one of the forensicators. Instead, I hear a male voice with a very cultured British accent saying "Is this Carlie Forsythe?" When I answer that yes, this is and should I know who's on the other end, I get an earful of "Oh, I've been waiting *so* long to talk to you!" and *that* makes my stomach do major flip-flutteries, courtesy of... well you can likely guess. When I ask again who this is, I get the answer "It's Julian." And right in the middle of thinking Julian who? he goes on, "Julian Bashir. I'm calling from Deep Space 9, we've found a way to transmit through the worm hole." And only now as I'm thinking this over did I remember that that was done, early-ish on in the series--hello, sword of stars!
The rest of it involved me laughing a lot and trying to get whoever that was to spill the beans on who he *actually* was, pointing out to him that his Bashir impression was very good, but that his voice was a bit low and getting the response that it was the harmonics. That doesn't make any sense thinking back, but hey. I knew he was being an idiot. I assumed it was Dale, since it's just the kind of thing he'd do, possibly while too drunk to remember he'd done it, and at one point I got snarky and said "Who were you expecting, Leah Brahms?" That sparked a discussion of timelines post All Good Things, which he mixed up with Endgame--another sign that this was a prankster! albeit a damn good impersonator. And yes, I did say that Leah had ended up with Geordi, because I'm not going against the gold and silver series since it actually works in canon. But anyway, I keep trying to get whoever this person is to spill the beans and confess to his real identity, and I get so fed up that I say "Alright, I'm either going to hang up or I'm calling torchwood." There I was being entirely snarky again and expected to get a who's Torchwood? response. Instead I got a crack about better Scotland Yard than them. That's what made me think it wasn't Dale on the other end of the line. this person knew Torchwood, and Dale doesn't as far as I know.
then they hung up, whoever they were. I tried to figure out who they were by getting Bridget to read my cell phone log, but it said ID restricted. Damn! I called Lizzie seeing if she knew anything, then called Dale and left a fairly pissed message on his voice mail saying if he'd just called me, to ring back and explain himself! and if not, disregard this message.
but aargh! Here's me, with too damn many daydreams in my head lately, hearing a British accent and a male voice saying he's been waiting *so* long to talk to me... you can just guess why my stomach did flip-flops. I half expected someone to be impersonating Four! *hisses at self* you idiot, Charlie, you wish! ... Er, well actually no, I don't wish since that'd likely make me *really* goofy for the rest of the day but... now I'm all rattled regardless.
In short, whoever that was pranked me, thank you for messing up my state of mind for the evening! Thank you, thank you, sharding thank you! *rolls eyes* I really wish I knew who that was. I'd prank them right back, in my best Seven of Nine voice just to turn the tables!
Edited to add: I rang Dale, left a rather pissed-off sounding message on his machine, and about a quarter hour later got a call back. It wasn't him, and we wound up talking for an hour and I vented most of my annoyance/rattled-ness with that prankster. So I feel mostly better now, though it *was* a creepy experience, and it still bothers me.
