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[motherfucking_ghost]

Yeah, I'm not picking up. Just leave a message at the tone.

Unless you're Vic. Then you can dial 11. Jackass.

[voice, video, text, action]

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text | day 134 evening

[ghostthatlingers]

[This will be a good few hours after they parted ways earlier and after she's had a chat with the Director. She's hoping the time apart gave Church space to clear his head.]

Where are you?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Out

[ghostthatlingers]

Out where?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Out away from home what do you want

[ghostthatlingers]

I'm trying to find you so we can talk.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Oh now you want to talk

[ghostthatlingers]

Yeah because you were real eager to talk with me earlier.

action | day 139 late night

[ghostthatlingers]

[Part of her is hoping that she'll be able to sleep into the house, get cleaned up, and go to sleep without any fanfare. She's spent from the day, a morning of brawling with Carolina followed by pushing her body to its limits will do that to a person. Her body aches and protests as she climbs the stairs to her (their) room, but that just means she's making progress.

She makes a mental note to check in about her armor and hover bike soon. There's no way she's falling behind, not while the others are geared up.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[He's in bed, but he is not asleep. Partly because he hasn't seen Tex all day, and she isn't in bed, and she hasn't left a message or any of that. He could call, but if she's in the middle of something, she'll be pissed about breaking radio silence or being an annoying little pissant.

He can't say he's better, but his existential identity crisis is quieter now. And jogging around with military types? Really distracting.

When Church hears the door, he sits up and turns on the light, waiting for her. Who else could it be?]

[ghostthatlingers]

[She sees the light and knows that he's there and must be awake. When she opens the door, she only glances at him for a moment and mutters:]

Hey.

[That's all he's getting because she's heading straight for the bathroom. She's well aware that as soon as he realizes she's been in a fight, she won't hear the end of it.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Hey? [He kind of thought she'd strip out and crawl into bed, but that's not what she does. Maybe she wants to scrub up? Take a piss? He squints at her in the light, even though she's moving as fast as she casually can.

She looks like she got into a scrape. Tex doesn't always start them, but she sure as fuck ends them. Don't think he's not going to follow. (He's been following ever since she got here, never wants to lose track of her again, watch her vanish, watch her explode, search everywhere for nothing--)]

Fuck happened to you?

[ghostthatlingers]

[She snorts and great, now he's in the bathroom with her. She turns heel to face him since he's insisting they talk now rather than after she lets how water help her soreness.]

What does it look like? I fought someone.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Hey, he has no objections to her showering. Do feel free.] Over what?

action; Day 140, afternoon

[alaspooryork]

[Knock knock, Church. Promise it's not Gamma.

...It's just a still-angry Delta dressed in biking leathers. Phyllis Sheila the hoverbike is parked close by with his green helmet hanging off her.]

Are you home?

action; Day 140, afternoon

[motherfucking_ghost]

[The great thing about it being the new year is nobody gives much of a fuck because of the holiday. Though he imagines he's gonna get trained long and hard when he really gets thrown into the shit.

...Man, it's times like this he actually kind of misses Tucker.

Tex is god knows where. Tex is always god knows where. So it's Church answering the door and blinking in surprise. Not exactly someone he expected. Is that York's bike?]

Uhhhh. She's not here?

action; Day 140, afternoon

[alaspooryork]

[Oh. Well--

--good enough. Church won't judge him for being mad at Malcolm. Church is mad at everyone all the time. His posture relaxes by a small amount.]

Hello, Church. I am currently having an argument with my housemates. Would you like to visit a drinking establishment with me?

action; Day 140, afternoon

[motherfucking_ghost]

Well, that was abrupt. Were you actually looking for me? [As a drinking partner, even? ...Hey, he's always down for that.] I mean, sure, why the fuck not, I'm game, and you're paying.

action; Day 140, afternoon

[alaspooryork]

[He shrugs, though he's already feeling a little better. He still wants a drink, though.]

You or Tex. My thought was that either of you would understand being angry for no discernable reason.

[Aw, but he loves you anyway.] Are there any preferred bars within walking distance or would you like to ride?

action; Day 140, afternoon

[motherfucking_ghost]

What, no, not for no discernible reasons--for perfectly good, semi-logical reasons.

...Well, the bike is pretty sweet...but we could walk around until we stumble on a bar if you wanted. Whatever you want, dude; if you want a drink, drinks there shall be.

text day 166

[goddamngrenades]

Omega's in town. Well. A clone of him. I thought you deserved to know.

text day 166

[motherfucking_ghost]

At least someone thought so apparently cant say the same for others

Re: text day 166

[goddamngrenades]

...Tex didn't tell you.

text day 166

[motherfucking_ghost]

Hes living in my house if I cant convince her might crash on base

Re: text day 166

[goddamngrenades]

Wanna come to the bunker? I could teach you some freelancer tricks. North told me you were working in the militia.

text day 166

[motherfucking_ghost]

You have a bunkr do I want to know why