[Beckett has been regularly messaging Angel and Rhys in the days since parting ways, on top of the option of the constant video feed. It's been all right. Today it's still mostly all right - at least as far as he knows - but he looks a touch worried, pinched with uncertainty. He had wanted to meet up with them again by now, blast...]
Angel, I'm being delayed, I'm afraid - House claims that something's the matter with Brian. Are you and Rhys keeping safe?
[ The video is glitchy and unclear, but the voice absolutely isn't Angel's. Jack is sounding pretty cheerful, though, which obviously means that things are still alright. Peachy. Super, even.
Just ignore the little wheezing sounds of distress in the background. And the occasional grunt of exertion from Jack. It's fine. No strangling-with-energy-tethers going on here, bruh. ]
Don't you worry about me and ol' stringbean over here. I get it, you can't leave him for five seconds without him getting into some kinda trouble, but trust me! I got him on a tight leash. Right, Rhysie?
[ Jack laughs. Get it? A tight leash? Wrapped around the kiddo's neck? Eh? Ehhhhh?
God, he's wasted on these people. Rhys gurgles, at least. That's something. ]
[ WHEW. She's been gently avoiding initiating contact with Alfie since the whole getting-Beckett-back thing, after Royce agreed that he should be given time. She's been worried, though - it isn't like she's a stranger to losing friends.
Okay it's not like she betrayed Alfie to Handsome Jack and got a bunch of people horribly murdered or anything but still. You never know how long people will be upset! ]
We're doing - you know, about as well as can be expected after the last few days. No injuries that won't heal. Same for you, I hope?
so you're like. not dead now, right saw the obituary and figured i'd check, anyway? make sure things are sort of okay and all. [ This is...how you do concern for other people, right? ] here's hoping you didn't wind up with anything too bad, though
...Any more. Not that I remember dying in the first place, which made my death price easy to figure out once I read up on what's going on here. With my memory compromised, I have to ask: who am I speaking to?
[ Once he's done taking out his grief and misplaced anger on Brian, he collapses into a boneless heap of noodle and eventually finds his way to Angel's inbox. ]
sup angel house is full douchebag mode after he revived but between him and america ive got like double reason to contact you ive got quantum tablet chips and house suggested showing them to you youre from the future so i figure you might know what the fuck about that and he said youre down around the radiation zone with us what building are you at
Oh geez, they're quantum chips? Those seem really freaking advanced for use in tablets like these. Especially in this kinda timeframe. I'm more knowledgeable about coding than I am about physical pieces of tech, though Rhys is better at that than me! But he's even further away than I am.
Meaning that I'm not in the irradiated area any more. I kinda split from there as soon as I could and I'm heading abck towards the pass. :CCC
[Angel is the first one he contacts after speaking to Beckett - he's half-distracted by a video conversation going on at the same time, so he doesn't open with quite the same level of coherence as he will with Rhys or Brian, mostly unedited thought due to his own death price.]
Angel, have you spoken with Beckett yet? If you haven't, be careful when you do. He's lost something, his love or his empathy, I'm not certain. I should warn you, I thought, because you're so close to him. Don't hold it against him, he's not entirely himself.
At least he's back, and will be himself again. Forgive me for being unable to protect him.
It's his humanity. He told me so himself. This is him being the beast that lurks beneath, or something equally vampirey.
[ Bluh. That should answer the question of whether she's spoken to him, too. Rather neatly. ]
For your part, there's nothing to forgive It wasn't your stupid freaking idea to do all this in the first place, and you did the best that could be done while still adhering to his wishes. (I'm glad to see you're back too, by the way)
[Something between gasping and coughing and laughing and who even knows anymore.]
We're alive. We're fine. Rhys and me. Back where we started. If you hear either of us collapse it's because I think we might be sick with relief. Well, Rhys might, at least. Not that I can blame him.
Ohhhhhmygod thank you. Thank frick. Both. Don't -- I mean, the collapsing would be understandable. I'm pretty sure I would have done it if I were standing up. By fine do you mean unharmed? Physically healed? I know that isn't the biggest concern, kinda, but it's the most immediate. Because, you know - ow.
Really? Roachie's still out there somewhere? How do you know?
[ ROACHIE, THE RADDEST ROACH.
I mean she leaves that hanging for like half a second before snickering like the brat she is. That too. ]
Sorry, I'm - yes, Beckett got me first. Did he tell you about pancake plans? Because I'm coming to get you, and then we are going to eat so much junk. For healing purposes.
[ If he wants this conversation to be light then that's! What! He'll get!! ]
[He'd have liked to use voice instead, the words coming out much drier-seeming than his tone would have been. But he doesn't want to freak Rhys out. Poor Rhys.]
Hey! ♥ We're doing pretty good! Relatively speaking, anyway. Norfinbury-good. It helps that today's rations were almost one hundred percent chocolate. :P (Which means we're on our way back! If Beckett's still grumbling about scurvy, tell him we got oranges.)
He does not want to do this at all and his face feels like it's burning like a thousand suns and he's very.. very ever felt this abashed about something he's done. But he definitely did do that. And it's definitely not okay that he did, even if things.. weren't too bad in the end? But uh...
Shit.
Just shit, seriously? Seriously, Fair? Why were you like this when you were that young? ]
..So, uh. Angel, hey.. You busy right now?
[ Zack, it's in the middle of the night. No one's going anywhere and you know that. ]
[ There are some quiet scufflings and shuffley noises before Angel speaks again. And by speaks I mean whispers. Rhys and Dumpy are sleeping and it is precious as heckie. Must not wake the fambly. ]
Not busy. What's up? If you're after a copy of the sparkle text app, I'm fresh out.
[ Rhys wakes up with... not quite a start, but more than a twitch. He’s as discombobulated as one would expect, not entirely sure where he is, what time it is, why he has this sudden rush of energy.
He knows who he is, however.
And he’s immediately feeling a crush of guilt and regret, mumbling a quiet series of Oh Craps under his breath, each succession getting squeakier.
Once he’s over stage one of his freak out he looks to Angel, sleeping relatively peacefully. And on her own.
He wants to wake her. Knows he shouldn’t. Settles on crawling close and joining his blanket pile with hers and administering a loose, apologetic hug, all while staring into space as if daring Jack to appear. ]
[ Being awake is overrated, and Angel doesn't want anything to do with it. Eyes scrunched tight shut, she sleepily grips her blanket with one hand and blindly paps at Rhys' face with the other. Stupid Rhys. Stealing her sheets. Hers. Not for stupid noodle mans who are stupid.
Pap.
Pappity.
Pap. ]
[ She actually falls halfway asleep again with her palm smushed against Rhys' nose before her eyes snap open and she realises what's going on. ]
[Oh lord, what does he even say? He knows it's been two weeks, he's reasonably sure he didn't spend them with Angel considering his last memory, he's even more sure that she's justifiably angry with him. And yet he knows just as much that it doesn't matter what he did in those two weeks, clearly he needs to do more, so talking to her is maybe not the best idea. But there is one thing he absolutely needs to know, so -]
[ That. Sure is a question. A question so surprising that it cuts off the gross gushy tidal wave of relieved fussing that almost makes its way out of Angel's mouth.
Beckett what. ]
Of course he is! Why wouldn't he be - do you know something I don't? Has someone been threatening him?
[ Because like yeah Rhys is clumsy but has a pretty good track record with not dying. UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE! BECKETT!!!! ]
Oh, whoa!! So the key actually makes us look like we're Andromeda to the system, I guess? That's what I'm getting from this :O It may be worth taking the key to Andromeda's place to see if anything happens there too? Just in case!
Oh uh also you don't have to worry about Squalo now He says he has no issue with you if you don't antagonise him again. So as long as you can do that, you have an official truce! ♥ Told you it'd be okay B)
[ it's maybe a bit unusual to see Squalo texting instead of sending a voice message, but this can probably be chalked down to him attempting to be discreet in the presence of his rightful husband. the weird maybe-imaginary AI is still out for blood, isn't it ]
[ Angel is super not complaining about this being text. Keeping up a front while you're freaking out pretty much constantly is actually kind of exhausting, and not having to put on the happy voice is very welcome.
I mean getting the message makes her a tiny bit happier anyway but shut up. ]
Dude. This place is a CRAPHOLE. You know how witchy Rhys posted to warn people about the mold? He totally undersold that. Spend too long in the same room as that stuff and it's like "oh hey everything hurts duh well guess I'll effing DIE" I am so done with freaking fucking bunkers!!! If I die in this one too I am going to be SO MAD
But how are *you* doing did you find your friend yet
[Waking up restrained - by his own request, at least - and in considerable pain from a throat sore from screaming wasn't his idea of a good time. In fact, he knows exactly what having a throat screamed raw feels like because that's what happened when the thing the beacon was supposed to protect him from showed up. Funny how the traumas it dragged out are no longer his worst, really.
Anyway, Angel is gone and nobody has seen her. That's scary. Did Miller take just her? Or...maybe she's distracting herself from it all?]
I'll likely feel very silly for worrying, but have you gone out to get more food?
[ Since Angel is in her rare blanket cocoon form for most of the day and isn't released from it until it's almost lockdown, it takes a while for her to respond. Possibly too late for Enoch to even see it before he has to get back inside the bunker or, y'know, die. Which probably isn't going to help with any worries. SORRY, DUDE. Still, at least the message itself is
well it's
it sure is a thing. ]
Hey, Enoch!! ♥ Short answer: no. Long answer: nnnnnnno. I seem to have been kidnapped? By Squalo and Xanxus?? No wait scratch that I doubt VERY much that Xanxus is an active participant in this so I suppose I've just been kidnapped by Squalo?? Which is really rude of him. :/// Although apparently I did ask him to do something like this when everything was hecking up the other day? Which I kinda remember in a fuzzy sort of way but iirc it was more about asking him to make sure I didn't hurt anyone if we all got Millered?? I am 99% sure that I didn't say "hey dude can you do me a favour and roll me up in my blanket then run off with me slung over your stupid shoulder at the crack of freaking dawn without telling anybody??" because that doesn't sound like me AT ALL. But who knows!! UggGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhh I need you to be straight with me for a second, dude Do I give off, like, abductee vibes? Do I subconsciously scream "PLEASE FREAKING KIDNAP ME??" I mean, what the eff! How many times is this now? There was the time Jack hid me in that one basement, obviously Then the AI Jack ran off with me when he stole Rhys' body Miller too with the cells thing, so that's three And now this?? What am I doing that makes me so god darned abductable??? HOW DO I FIX IT
Oh also Rhys is here He wasn't kidnapped he just kinda followed and yelled and threw snowballs until he got tired Should I give him your love?
[ So. It's been radio silence ever since Squalo had left with the Glowy Angel a few days ago. Surely everything was fine, obviously, but maybe it was also getting worrying at this point? A little bit? ]
[ Well, no worries, here comes a text! ...Squalo usually favors voice, doesn't he. But that probably means nothing. ]
[ Holy shit have you ever been so relieved that your legs buckle a little
BECAUSE ANGEL HAS NOW, ]
I'M the one who should be asking that!! Of course I'm fine, I'm not the one who's been hanging out with freaking Iunno Touchy McEridiumhands?? Are you okay? Where are you? Is she still there??
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