patheticvillain | eleven ➢ private + spam

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eleven ➢ private + spam

private/video | chris

[Cassel is looking just - crazy excited right now. For him, anyway; he's grinning wide, one of his legs jogging as he speaks.]

Hey, Skywalker. [Guess who got out early. And guess who's caught up with what you've been doing.]

Point one, hi, but I said that. Point two, you totally are a weapon of mass destruction, I don't know why you never used that line on me before. Point three, I have a billion things to tell you, starting with - Star Wars?

spam 1 {mid-afternoon 5/13; deck}

[The first thing Cassel does when he gets out of Zero - besides calling Chris, which always comes first - is he takes Patches up on deck. It's kind of stupid, but he's missed this dog like crazy, and he's more than happy to spend an hour or two in the fresh air throwing a ball for him.]

[For those who know him, he looks weirdly content, like a weight's been lifted; for those who don't, he looks a hell of a lot more like a normal kid than he's ever looked before.]

spam 2 {mid-afternoon thru evening 5/13; gym}

[When Kon suggested he start working in the gym for real, it had seemed like a weird idea at first, but the more he thinks about it the more it seems like - maybe it wouldn't be so bad. So he says he'll try it out, at least, and if he's going to try he's going to start right away. No point waiting.]

[He's still learning the ropes beyond just cleaning tonight, but he's around, keeping things as organized as he can on Kon's direction.]

private/video | doyle

[The camera's on to prove a point: that he's genuine about this, because he is, extremely. Discomfort shows on his face, because he's not used to apologizing, and he can't look at the camera for more than a couple seconds at a time, but he goes for it anyway.]

Hi. Um.

I'd like to talk to you, if that's cool. Here or in person. Or I can just text if you'd rather do that, I - you know. Whatever you want.

private/voice | steph

Do you still wanna skip the apology? Because I have one. Up to you.

private/voice, later | zane

[It's tempting to yell at Zane, or to ask if he's okay, or to say nothing at all, or to go find him in person now that he can. None of these sound particularly right, though, especially after everything he's ~~stalked~~ read over the last hour or so, so he reverts to sarcasm. Decently affectionate sarcasm, but sarcasm nonetheless.]

You're such an idiot. I feel like you should win a prize for being as much of an idiot as you are.

private/text | barron

pizza?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Well, I don't like assholes looking over my shoulder all the time, but yeah, I mean, I can show you how to draw and like, perspectives and shading and shit.

Only if you want to.

But yeah, I'd like that.

Hah, you know, we should probably just get some chalk and mark up the deck.

Hopscotch?

Wow. Didn't realize I was friends with a six-year-old girl. You want to do cat's cradle too? Would that make you happy?

. . . Dude.

[AFFRONTED LOOK.]

....What?

Stick with chalk jokes.

[Most. Fascinating. Sandwich.]

...Oh.

Oh, shit, Cassel. Fuck, I.

Wow that was dumb.

It's cool. Just not, um.

[THIS SANDWICH THOUGH.]

Yeah.

[Oh god why so awkward. Quick! Subject change!]

...uh, so.

Rorschach's taking me with him on investigations now. And Megamind made me this crazy under-suit I'm supposed to wear all the time under my clothes.

[Oh thank god.]

Oh yeah? Did you solve any murders?

. . . What the hell is an undersuit?

We're in the process of figuring out what happened to this guy Kovak. Someone fucked him up good.

...Just something you wear under your clothes.

[He rolls up his sleeves to show the bodysuit underneath]

See?

So - does that mean you're like a cop now?

[He leans over and touches it.]

Cool. That's really cool.

Oh, no. Fuck no. Rorschach's not a cop, he's just some asshole who wants to be in everybody's business. And now I get to be that, too.

[Chris grins, pleased]

Yeah? Supposed to protect way better than my costume.

[He snorts.] You're already an asshole who's in everybody's business.

[Sitting back, he nods.] So you don't have to worry about people messing with you? Powers or no powers.

Well...yeah, but I don't pretend like I have any right to do it.

I wouldn't say that. It can block little things, but I'm not going to last long against a semi-automatic or something that tries to tear my head off or exposure or something.

So now you're an official one.

[He frowns.] Don't talk about shit like that. You're not getting your head ripped off.

I'm going to see if I can dress like him. I'd say I'd be his "Mini-Me" except I'm totally taller than he is.

You're psychic now, too?

No, but. Chris.

[There's a please in here somewhere.]

...Sorry.

No, it. It'll be fine.

Yeah.

[Just gonna keep picking at this sandwich. He's scared, he realizes, and that's. Weird. He usually pushes past scared and into angry.]

We'll be fine.

[He nods numbly. Chris has been scared all week, to the point where he's almost come out the other side again]

Yeah. Yeah, we're armed, we're armored. We have a symbol if we get lost. What else can we do?

Just kick ass when the time comes and then come back to this stupid ship and find each other.

I guess so. I guess that's it.