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ghostthatlingers) wrote2018-08-29 10:22 pm
ghostthatlingers) wrote2018-08-29 10:22 pm
Sanctum IC Contact
Text / Voice(mail) / Video / Action
"You've reached Tex. Say what you need and I'll get back to you."
"You've reached Tex. Say what you need and I'll get back to you."
Text; Day 130 (Morning)
Text; Day 130 (Morning)
Text; Day 130 (Morning)
Text; Day 130 (Morning)
Text => Action; Day 130 (Morning => Evening)
Text -> Action; Day 130 (Evening)
Action; Day 130 (Evening)
Action; Day 130 (Evening)
Action; Day 130 (Evening)
Action; Day 130 (Evening)
Action; Day 130 (Evening)
Action; Day 130 (Evening)
Action; Day 130 (Evening)
Action; Day 130 (Evening)
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Day 131 - action
It's fucking weirdly domestic for two people with their histories.
He has to wonder what today is going to be, what sort of new shit today is going to bring. Arriving here, snow hell, Carolina, Tex, York, here--no time to breathe, and yet what happens when he has a chance to breathe? He can't sit around and do nothing. Carolina had suggested some things, and York wants him to learn to shoot, and part of him is still isn't entirely certain this is real. After all, Gary's time loop had seemed real, over and over again, and apparently it never had been.
The fuck was 'real' anyway.
Day 131 - action
She had insisted they go shopping yesterday for at least a few basics and she is downstairs putting it to good use in the kitchen. Scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast - for how normal of a breakfast that was, she's never actually had it herself and damn if it didn't sound good. He'll smell breakfast well in progress if he decides to come downstairs and lucky him, she's making enough for two.
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Day 137 - night - action
I'm not you. Trust me.
You just sound like me is all. And replaced me on my own team. No big deal.
It's gotten harder and harder to keep up the lie to himself--and it is a lie, or, he's pretty aware that it's a lie but refuses to acknowledge it to the best of his ability. Bad enough with Doctor Church around, the big old revelation of YOU ARE A COPY staring him in the face. His name had never been his own, not even something he'd gotten designed or assigned to have. It was just...someone else's name. He'd called bullshit on Wash, but he knew, deep down, the temptation to know, to understand, had led him to hop into the former Freelancer's head.
--but you need to ask yourself, what if I'm right? If I am, or if you have any doubts, not finding out will haunt you for the rest of your life. Not just finding out about you, but finding out about everyone close to you as well.
Turned out that the rest of his life was a lot shorter than he'd ever planned on--and exactly as short as Washington planned.
And it wasn't just his life. Delta. Theta.
Tex.
He should be exhausted and drop right off, but he can barely close his eyes, even as the clock rolls forward minute by excruciatingly long minute. That's why Flowers was a Freelancer: to keep an eye on the most important asset. It's why there were robots around the bases when it wasn't standard equipment. It's why he was surrounded by fucking morons and why Vic and Command had been a fucking joke.
It's why York had found him such a god damn disappointment.
Hell, he couldn't deny that it all made sense, in the most fucked up way possible, but how could he just abandon all the preconceived ideas he had about what his life was or who and what he is? His head pounded.
He tried to be carefully when sliding out from under the sheets, pulling on some pants and padding out of the room. No need to wake Tex if he could help it. Downstairs, he pauses in the kitchen. He doesn't need coffee, isn't sure he can stomach food right now, but--he digs out a bottle, avoids the tequila, but vodka will do. Maybe a warm buzz will calm down the clamor in his mind and lull him to sleep.
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She's a light sleeper. She always has been, or at least from what she remembers she has. His movement from bed causes her to groggily shift about and it's only when he doesn't return a few minutes later that she begins to truly stir. Where the hell did he go? It isn't like him to get out of bed this late and wander off.
She rubs her eyes and climbs out of bed. He better not send her off on a wild goose chase across the city to find out where he is and she grumbles a bit to herself as she heads downstairs to see if he's even in the house still. There's only so many places he could be and it's not hard to find where he's set up shop. She's not too thrilled about being woken up and the beginnings of her bitching are about to leave her lips when she notices the bottle of alcohol.
"What the hell is going on?"
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Day 140 - Action
The biggest of them is sitting at the table, just noticing him as he approaches. Looking at him with the face of his dead wife.
"Texas," despite the subdued lighting the welts and bruises are painfully obvious. "What the hell... was this York again?"
Some things were harder to adjust to than others.
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She's unsurprised that is the first assumption he jumps to and she rolls her eyes before motioning for him to take a seat.
"No, it wasn't York. I got into a fight, that's all."
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Day 140 - Text - Private
It's kind of important, and I think I can trust you better on some of this than I can trust some of the others here. Especially as it involves the Director.
And Carolina's been acting strange. Actually? To be honest? She's scaring me. That's why I'm using text.
text right back at you
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Something ate the end of my comment, but oh well. Can always assume something interrupted him.
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Day 141 - Afternoon text
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Day 142 - late as balls
Well. He probably could've. He wonders if anyone would've even noticed. Man, sometimes he thinks Grif had the right idea all along. What a stupidly brilliant little motherfucker. But fires needed fought, people needed let in and guarded and escorted and to look vaguely threatening at.
Basically it's been a long fucking day, and he's glad to be home, and he aches, and everything sucks. But he can go back to bed, trudging up the stairs in his boots and shedding armor along the way.
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She saw no need to try to tell Church about the change in living arrangements. His dumbass had not made any effort to tell her what had dragged him out of the house this long and if he was getting his limbs ripped off by some rioting thugs, that would be his problem.
So, when Church finally makes it back into their home, she's worn out and snuggled up in bed sleeping. A state she does not appreciate being brought out of by the sound of armor hitting the floor and noisy foot steps. If Church wants a loving welcome from his girlfriend, he's not going to get one. There is nothing but annoyance and frustration in her eyes when he enters the bedroom.
"Stop being so fucking loud, you cockbite. Where the fuck have you been? You left your shit everywhere while you ran off to fuck around the city all day."
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day 146, evening, voicemail
what you can make out, quickly after that though, is a somewhat robotic but enthusiastic bark. there's a little shuffling as tony gets closer to the microphone again. ]
Pooch's mostly done. Needs you here for the finishing touches, owner transfer, yadda yadda. Lemme know when you can drop by.
day 146, evening, text reply a bit later
day 146, evening, text reply p fast
Day 156 - afternoon
He peers around the corner into the living room, meanders in quietly.] Hey Tex, think fast! [The moment she turns to look at him, she's going to have a camera in her face snapping a pic.] Yeah, success! Look at that face!
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[It's not going to be a fantastic picture. Because a flash of annoyance crosses her face as soon as she realizes what he's holding in his hands.] Why did you get that?
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Late 158, text
thanks.
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anytime
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Voice: evening 171
Voice: evening 171 (15 minutes after the first call)
Voice: evening 171 (30 minutes later)
voice: evening
Hey, I'm fine. I came back home a little while ago and was dealing with some crap.
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Day 171 | Text
Day 172 | Text
Did you have something in mind? Or just wanted to chat with us?
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172 night, text
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I was around-ish. Did he say why he wouldn't tell you?
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Day 182 - Morning, Voice;
So, the cookies finally finished baking. Turns out the oven was off the entire time. Sorry about that. Oh, and I have your gun I think you might want back.
So if you have a little time today, I'm free.
Day 182 - Morning, Voice;
Busy right now, but I can make time after work. Got a preference on where?
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Day 182 - Morning, Voice -> Action;
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Day 182 - Morning, Action;
Day 182 - Morning, Action;
Day 182 - Morning, Action;
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[Voicemail] Day 182 - Morning
[Voice] Day 182 - Morning
[Voice] Day 182 - Morning
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Day 201 (Morning) - Voicemail;
...I need to talk to you. Privately.
Let me know when and where we can meet.
Day 201 (Morning) - Voice;
I can meet now. How private does it need to be?
Day 201 (Morning) - Voice;
Day 201 (Morning) - Voice;
Day 201 (Morning) - Voice; -> action
Day 201 (Morning) - Action;
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Day 201 (Morning) - Action;
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Day 201 (Morning) - Action;
Day 201 (Morning) - Action;
Day 201 (Morning) - Action;
Day 201 (Morning) - Action;
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