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[goldshirt]

hey simple girl

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[gothchicklit]

captain.

glad to see you're still around.

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[goldshirt]

Are you in the gardens?

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[gothchicklit]

Have been since all of this started.

[ Mostly because she'd been locked out of her room and had nowhere else to go... ]

Where are you?

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[handelaar]

[At balls o'clock during his overnight stay in Medbay he wakes up, out of nowhere, suddenly remembering a thing he was supposed to do yesterday - before he went and got himself a good beatdown. It was a pretty damn important thing and he has no idea how the hell he… oh, right, head trauma and a good dose or two of pain meds. But now that he does remember that he was supposed to contact her it becomes necessary to call before he forgets again. Even though. Well. He probably sounds like he's high as six goddamn kites.]

Uh. Sorry 'bout yesterday… I'm in Medbay? [Wait no he's definitely in Medbay.] That wasn't supposed to be a question... I'm in Medbay 'cause some cunt gave me a concussion.

[C-lassy. And then it goes quiet for like 30 straight seconds while he tries to remember why the hell he was calling.]

Right. Um… We'll hafta do that when I'm out. The gardening shit, I mean.




This is Netherlands… not real sure if I said that.

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[handelaar]

[Not five minutes later he leaves another message:]

Hey. It's the, uh, guy doin' the shit with the tobacco. Didn't call…



[The moment where he mentally goes "waaaaaait a second" is almost audible.]

… maybe I did call. Damn. If I did - nevermind.

[THE MOST AWKWARD SHUFFLY DISCONNECT and then he hands his comms device off to Russia for the night because WOW.]

[heroisms]

hey, you made it out of those things okay?

aww, peter c:

[gothchicklit]

As okay as possible.

[ It was actually a rougher jump for her this time, but he doesn't need to know that. ]

I'm guessing you did, if you're checking up on me.

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[emerges]

hey still feeling like a nicotine fiend

[ erica will probably hold her to some make-up giving at some point, but for now she likes october enough that she'll be dropping by to give her a few cigs once she knows she's in her room. ]

that. forever. FUCK SUBJECT LINES YOU CAN'T MAKE ME KEEP THEM

[gothchicklit]

Is this an offer or is this you taunting me?

[ Either way? Yes, yes she is. ]

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[redhotsummers]

I gave Anya back to her owner.

So you won't be able to borrow her anymore.

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[gothchicklit]

I didn't realize he'd come back.

[ Damn. Cuddling with a dog was a hell of a lot easier, and a lot less weird request-wise, than trying to find another human being to cuddle with. And it actually helped a little. ]

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[lacksgrace]

you doing okay???

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[gothchicklit]

Does wanting to set this entire ship on fire and watch it burn count as okay?

For October | Audio | Backdated to shortly after the July jump

[logicunlocked]

Got something else in my locker.

[ His voice has a flat affect, so he doesn't entirely sound like himself. He's still a little unnerved by what he found but it's giving way to irritation now with the passage of time. ]

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[gothchicklit]

[ October sounds a little hesitant, though definitely interested. ]

What is it?

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[faithlessly]

Hey, October. Long time no chit-chat.

[ there's a smile in his voice even though he hesitates a bit with the next part; ]

You been doin', you know, better?

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[gothchicklit]

[ There's a voice October's surprised to hear, though definitely not displeased. It really has been a while. ]

Actually, yeah, I have. [ She's been having amazing dreams lately and while that's unsettling in and of itself, she can't complain about the much needed, uninterrupted beauty sleep. ] I couldn't tell you what changed, though, if you asked.

How about you? Have you been staying out of trouble?

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[logicunlocked]

You interested in getting together for a drink? I'm hoping it helps a little with this insomnia stuff.

I, uh...I assume you're dealing with the insomnia stuff.

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[gothchicklit]

Are you kidding? I feel like I'm going out of my fucking mind. [ Was it so much to ask that the nice, peaceful, restful sleeping continued? She was really starting to enjoy it. ] I had a brief break and now it's like the insomnia's back ten-fold. So, yeah, I'll go get drinks with you.

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[faithlessly]

Hey. [ he doesn't want to do this, doesn't know how, but-- he doesn't want to lose their friendship either, not after what happened. though he doubts she'll ever talk to him again, he has to try. ]

Listen, I know I'm probably the last person you wanna ever talk to but- I just, it wasn't me, October. I wasn't myself, and I'm sorry 'bout what went down in the hallway. I know I hurt you, scared you...

So for what it's worth, I'm sorry.

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[gothchicklit]

[ Honestly, October's not even sure if she wants to respond to this or acknowledge its existence. In fact, he's right: he is the last person she wants to talk to or think about or anything like that. But the healed bite on her arm (thanks for that, grav couch) that's now a pinker color against her already pale skin is a constant reminder. Even if Dean disappeared tomorrow, she'd remember being in that hallway with him. She'd remember the terror and the pain. (Of course, she'd remember even if she didn't have what seemed to be settling in as a scar.)

So she spends quite a few days ignoring this message after listening to it a few times. She stares at her comm and debates whether it's even worth it to think about responding. But that part, the bit about him not being himself, it's got her interest piqued.

But that doesn't mean he's forgiven, nor does it mean she feels comfortable at all with this. And it's also why she opts for text. She can wait to respond if she wants, or never respond at all, and it won't be awkward. ]

What did you mean, "I wasn't myself?"

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[lacksgrace]

youre awake now right?

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[lacksgrace]

[ And a few minutes later, he sends: ]

are you doing okay???

[lostkings]

You go into engineering? You doing okay? [ rapid fire question time! ]

[gothchicklit]

No, I didn't, and I'm fine. [ She knows what some of the people have been going through, though. ] Were you in there?