Novalee Van Zandt: Novalee takes out the information that Winnie gave her to cancel the subscription. She almost wonders if it would be better to just cancel the credit card. She will see which is worse, she can after all, always hang up. So she punches in the number to give them a call. She is using a throw away cell phone, one bought just for this purpose.

Ravyn: *Click* The voice on the other end of the line is female, somewhat nasal and rather emotionless. Sort of a drab kind of tone...you can practically see the 'My Job Sucks' look on her face. "Thank you for calling CredBIll, powering the future of e-commerce, my name is Sherinda my rep ID is 9536483 how can I provide you with World Class customer service today." No, despite the words, the tone of her voice does not indicate that's a question.

Novalee Van Zandt: "I wish to cancel a charce that was placed on my credit card." she keeps her town of voice soft as per normal. this lady would never guess who she was talking to. "What do you need from me to be able to do this?"

Ravyn: "Thank you for that information miss, I would be happy to help you with that, can I have your name and the card number you're calling about?"

Novalee Van Zandt: "You are quite welcome. The name on the card is Novalee Van Zandt." which she slowly spells out if asked. "The card number is XXXX XXXX XXXX XXXX."

Ravyn: "Thank you for that, to repeat, the card number is XXXX XXXX XXXX XXXX. Please give me one moment while I pull up the information." Clickety-clickety-clickety. Her voice still has yet to rise or lower a single note. "All right Miss Van Sands, I have your information up, what can I do for you today?"

Novalee Van Zandt: "Of Course." she says solicitiously. She waits somewhat patiently for the woman to come back. "I would like to please cancel that."

Ravyn: "I'm sorry to hear that you would like to cancel your credit card, Miss Van Sands, may I ask why you're interested in discontinuing service with us today?"

Novalee Van Zandt: "Because I managed to get the infromation on how to contact the artist, and I do not need to have the subscription anymore. The Artist is brilliant I am sure, but that site is not to my tastes." She sounds so damn serious.

Ravyn: "I understand, ma'am, you're saying that you are not interested in viewing The Bloody Thorne hentai material anymore, perhaps I would be able to interest you in one of the many other vendors we have to offer, like FarmLove.com, BigAnalBlasts.org, Catholicism.ws, 911Wrestling.com, MILFMovies.net, BlackDogGames.com, MenGoneWild.com, Jackal.net, or WorldOfKnights.org?"

Novalee Van Zandt: "Thank you but no." the no is said a tad harder than she might have other wise intened but her voice is still soft.

Ravyn: "All right, I understand that you are not interested in our affiliate sites, may I offer you a reduced promotional price of $14.99 for three months after your current period of service in order to stay with us?"

Novalee Van Zandt: "Thank you but no." she says once again.

Ravyn: "All right, ma'am, I understand that you are not interested in our promotional price, may I offer you a free membership for one month after your current period expires?"

Novalee Van Zandt: "No, but thank you for your offering." She says.

Ravyn: "All right, ma'am, is there anything else that we may do in order to maintain you as a customer?"

Novalee Van Zandt: "I believe that you have done everything you could do to attempt to retain me as a customer, but I am still not interested in being a customer, but thank you."

Ravyn: "Thank you, Miss Van Sands, I'll go ahead and process that canc..." She stops and blinks, and all of a sudden, speaks in a normal, very surprised voice. "What the fuck?"

Novalee Van Zandt: "Excuse me? What is wrong?" she sounds interested suddenly.

Ravyn: "Uh...sorry, nothing." She clears her throat and continues typing. "Miss Van Sands, I've gone ahead and cancelled that credit card for you, you will maintain your membership for the listed three months with the valid login information. As a thank you for being a customer, we would like to send you on a trip for four with accomodations to the fabulous Showboat Casino-Hotel in Atlantic City."

Novalee Van Zandt: There is silence then. "Is this normal for you guys to do? "

Ravyn: "One moment..." *Clickety clickety clickety* "We take great pride in rewarding loyal customers such as you,Miss Van Sands."

Novalee Van Zandt: "Right." yeah she doesn't sound like she really believes that. "Thanks but no. As a nun I do not gamble, and as I have a higher calling, I must refuse."

Ravyn: "Are you f...err, I mean, are you sure, Miss, uh...Van... Miss Van Ssss...Van Sands? This is really a great opportunity, all accomodations paid for...."

Novalee Van Zandt: "I am quite sure that i am a nun. Besides even if I did accept the gracious gift, I would in turn give it to some other more deserving people."

Ravyn: She pauses, and then speaks in a hushed tone. "Lady, I don't care if you're the damn Pope. This is ~Atlantic Fuckin' City.~ Free of charge, you dig? Shit, if you don't want it, fuckin' give it to me."

Novalee Van Zandt: "That I have heard of the Pope has never visited Atlantic City." she pauses for a moment. "Fine thenmiss send the information to P.O.Box 8553 New York, New York (the zip code is in the east village)."

Ravyn: She actually seems disappointed that Novalee isn't willing to give it over, and goes back into her monotone. "Yes, Miss Van Sands, I'll be happy to send that to you, to confirm the address is P.O.Box 8553 New York, New York 10009, is that correct?"

Novalee Van Zandt: "That is correct." she tells her.

Ravyn: "All right, those tickets will be received in 2 business days, is there anything else I can do for you tonight?"

Novalee Van Zandt: "No that is all, thank you for all of your help. Please have a good day, and God bless."

Ravyn: "Thank you for calling CredBIll, powering the future of e-commerce, have a nice day." As the phone disconnects, Novalee hears her saying to someone else as she takes the headphones off "Can you believe that dumb bi--" *Click*

Novalee Van Zandt: And she looks at the phone after disconnecting, and turns the phone off. She will find a good place to dump the phone and then take a round about way home.