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~audio - voicemail

[el_paso]

It's Logan. I'm heading into town for a bit tonight. All this teen angst is driving me up the wall.

audio

[nimbi]

[ So... is this a veiled invitation or just a heads up? Better give him a call to make sure. ]

[el_paso]

Get my message?

[ Right to the point, pressing the TAB to his ear with his shoulder as he rolls up his sleeves. ]

[nimbi]

Hello, Logan.

[ There is a hint of dry amusement in her voice, but other than that she doesn't comment on his decision to skip some niceties. ]

I did, yes.

[el_paso]

...And?

[ niceties are for people with patience and, like, social grace. ]

You in or not?

[nimbi]

You say that as if you already asked me to come.

[ Yes, she now has her confirmation that it was in fact an invitation. Is she going to let that stop her from giving him a bit of shit just for the fun of it?

Nope. ]

~action; morning after

[el_paso]

[ The knock on her door comes late in the morning, after some fierce internal debate and when his concern has overridden his natural inclination to mind his own shit.

When she doesn't answer, he tests the knob, hesitant, and gives it a turn. If she's been fucked over by alien beer... ]

You alive in there, 'Ro?

[nimbi]

No.

[ The word is a mopey grunt from the pile on the bed that be identified as Ororo if you squint. At some point during the night she woke up and wandered to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothing in her wake as she went to wash her face and brush her teeth before falling back into the sweet embrace of sleep.

Luckily for Logan, the sheets are providing enough coverage for modesty. ]

[el_paso]

[ Ah, there she is. He can't admit to the relief that floods him to hear her; to see her, as he nudges the door closed behind him. Logan surveys the carnage, crossing the room to tug the curtains closed, a little mercy for her hangover. ]

How bad's the headache? Scale of one to ten.

[nimbi]

Go away.

[ That's how bad. It's a miracle the weather isn't going to shit. ]

[el_paso]

[ Lightly, ]

That bad, eh?

[ He steps into her bathroom, running the tap, returning soon with a cup of water and a cool compress. The bottom of the glass is touched to the hand he can see, peeking from the sheets. ]

You're gonna hate me a bit longer- I need you to get some water down.

[nimbi]

[ In her state of grumpy self-pity she almost asks him why he's being so nice, but that would be a stupid thing to ask. They're friends, and friends care. It's how this stuff works.

With a groan she sits up, clutching the sheets to her chest with one hand and grabbing the glass with the other. She is sporting a rather spectacular case of bedhead. ]

We really have to stop meeting this way.

[ The quip is delivered in a somewhat gravelly voice, but at least her mood seems to be improving already.

She takes a sip of water. ]

Enjoying the role reversal?

text;

[shadowblends]

miss ororo?

i have some questions and i'm not sure who to ask. you and i don't know each other all that well, but i feel like i can trust you.

text;

[nimbi]

You can trust me. What do you want to ask about?

text;

[shadowblends]

what's considered a date?

[nimbi]

[ Oh, it's that kind of questions. ]

It's when you go out with someone you think you might be interested in, romantically or sexually.

[shadowblends]

[For now, yes.]

oh
uh
i'm positive it's not the latter
and i don't know what it feels like to be 'romantically' interested in someone.

~audio - voicemail

[el_paso]

[ Logan is terse, sharply controlled. ]

Don't call back, just listen. I'm at the house. I need you to bring one of the first-aid kits as soon as possible.

text

[nimbi]

On my way. Next time you don't want a call, include the reason why I am rushing medical supplies to you or I will send ball lightning straight up your ass.

text NOW FROM THE RIGHT ACCOUNT

[el_paso]

It's Laura. Just hurry

~audio - vm

[el_paso]

I'm not sure if you'll ever get this. Actually...I'm not even sure why I'm calling again- hoping too hard, maybe, that it won't be radio silence for another week.

[ the silence stretches, long and tense until: ]

There's a lot of things I never said while you were here. And. I'm sorry I couldn't just up and fucking say them. All the time in the world and I always seem to be too late.

I hope you're safe. I hope you're home. Those kids need you, 'Ro.

Take care of yourself.

~action - audio

[nimbi]

[ She wakes up as if from a long, restful sleep, and for a moment she doesn't really know where she is. She thinks herself home in the mansion, her eyes remaining closed while her memories of her time in Savrou drift through her mind like the remnants of dreams, which she believes them to be before she becomes fully aware of her surroundings.

What draws her back to herself is the storm, the hum of its strange power crawling over her skin and working its way along her nerves until her entire body seems to sing.

She opens her eyes, and realises that she is in some sort of... pod. She sits up, eyes misting over as she readies herself to fight anyone who comes near her should it be necessary. She must have been... abducted somewhere?

She swings her legs over the side of the pod, noticing that she's still wearing her clothes and that her TAB is still on her person. Cautiously creeping through the chamber, that seems to be full of pods like the one she was in (some open and some not) and it is not until she exits it that she begins to understand where she is.

How did she end up in the Ingress Complex?

It's definitely time to call someone. Her first thought is Logan, and would you look at that. Apparently he's been thinking about her too because there is a message.

She listens, and then listens again... and then one more time. How long has she been gone? Why doesn't he know where she is? Why is he sending her some sort of half-baked confession as if he thinks he will never see her again?

Only one way to find out, so it's time to give the old man a call. ]

dying

[el_paso]

[ It's a call he's not expecting, not at this time of night, not ever again, while he's a few fingers into a bottle of whiskey, pilfered from Charles' stash.

Once his heart has climbed back out of his throat, scalded by liquor and hurt, Logan answers. ]

Where the Hell have you been?

[nimbi]

[ Should've called Charles, she thinks with dry sarcasm, shaking her head a little. ]

The Ingress Complex, apparently. How long have I been gone?

[el_paso]

[ He's already in motion, downing the rest of his glass, and grabbing for a shirt. Laura should be asleep by now, where she's tucked herself up at the foot of his bed. She'll be all right by herself for a little while. ]

Almost three weeks. Stay there, I'm coming.