everett

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for reassurances

A wagon full of issues

Who: Eris and Everett
Where: Church Road
When: afternoonish

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private messages to Stan, Svetlana, Everett

To Stan
Good morning, Stan, I wanted to check in and see how you were today. Hopefully your time hasn't been too rough, and I wanted to know if you would like to meet face to face sometime at your convenience? I'd be happy to meet you anywhere you'd like. I look forward to hearing from you,
Kaori

To Svetlana
Svetlana, I hope you are well. I hope that you were not too upset by the last few days, and wondered when it may be convenient to see you. Please get back to me at your convenience,
Kaori

To Everett
Everett, I hope you're well, especially after the last few days. I was wondering if we might want to talk soon about the town, and what we might have in mind for things. Get back to me as soon as you can,
Kaori

PM to Cheyenne, Eris, and Glitch

So I already told Camber I'm not fucking playing pirate for these assholes. If they want me to piss in a corner, I'll end up doing it. Let's hope it doesn't come to that, though. The name and number I was told to look for on my terminal were as follows: Cap'n Hillary Leadsword, 8671. If any of you find someone who got saddled with that goofy shit, congrats. You or they can now take a shower. That's what I figure at least; they're making us swap information along these fucking terminals just to get the basic facilities opened up.

Rage

Who: Everett
Where: Precinct 14, Atlanta, Georgia (but not really)
When: later afternoon on to the evening

"Break, you plaster-covered asshole! Break!" he roared as a chair upended to smash the points of two legs into a clear patch of wall. Everett was gripping the back of it tightly, shoulders rolling and chest heaving as the chair rebounded from the wall. The impact ran up the metal frame, jolting his arms painfully as chips of plaster rained free and left two gouges in the wall, focal points between a slight spiderweb of cracks.

PM to Everett

So the word from Brett is that you have Eris (let's just skip the part where I'm not supposed to know who it is and jump to "I have a giant chart of who can talk to who") talking to you and he doesn't anymore. Or you will shortly. Or something.

Brett wants me to tell you that he said to make fucking sure that you keep talking to her. We don't know if her going to sleep is going to kill her or not and, I quote, "(you) better do it" (sorry, better FUCKING do it) because Brett doesn't trust Eris to keep herself awake.

Kaori wants...whoever...to keep her awake and let her know other people are looking out for her. We've got messages out to Stan but I haven't gotten anything returned to me yet and I'll be getting back to you if I hear anything.

Sorry to be abrupt but I'm transcribing here. And also, tired. I'll be by the computers if you need me.

private to everett

Everett, I need you to do something. If you do it, you'll never hear a word out of me about what you did to me again. And I know that that promise might not actually be worth much in the way of long term, but I'll hold up my end if I see tomorrow. Besides, it's not for me. It's for Brett. I just need you to message whoever it is that can get in contact with him, every so often, and tell him that I'm checking in, and that I'm fine. That's it. I'm going to sleep. But tell him that I'm checking in. Either I'll wake up, or I won't. But he doesn't need to be worrying about me the whole night. Or waiting, or whatever it is he's going to do. I don't want to leave him without any word but I just...need to go sleep.

I really need you to do this for me. I'm trusting that you will, and you'll leave out the fact that I ever asked. It's important, you know I wouldn't ask otherwise.

So, please. Will you?

PM to Eris

Stockard, what the fuck is going on over there? I just got word that someone (you, apparently) is overdosing. I won't waste time asking if you're okay, so you'd better be.

Creature comforts

Who: Everett, open to Cheyenne, Eris, and Glitch via PMs
Where: His room
When: morning

He'd been woken by the soft chime and trill of Camber's message hitting the computer to the north of his room, but Everett hadn't even considered it to be a bad thing at first. No, he'd woken up to a deep feeling of relief, a wonderful surge of hope. Why? Well, because for a second there, he'd believed that the last nine months had simply been a horrible, horrible dream.