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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[headjacked]

Well hey i thought you''d be excited.

[headjacked]

HellooOOOOo?

[headjacked]

Are you mad ay me>>

Or dead please dont be dead

done and pretend the first subject says 213 orz

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[ a longer pause ]

Resond when you get this please, even if you're mad at me. You can tell me to eff fooff.

[devoutish]

[It'll be a while before the message comes in, but the next day, Rhys will get back:]

I'm alive.

[And that's it. Not long after that, the obituary will go up. He's alive. Some of the others aren't.]

[headjacked]

[ The Bourbon Bash is over. In its place, Hangover Hell. Rhys sheepishly picks through his messages, cringing, but this? This is the actual worst.

He braves the headache-inducing light of the tablet to reply. ]

Condolences probably won't help here, huh. The bourbon offer still stands, though.

[devoutish]

[There's no answer.]

[nursetemple]

[She chuckles again.]

I'll take it.

@notasidekick; audio; afternoon 214

[nursetemple]

Alfie, I'm so sorry.

[There is nothing more to say. She doesn't even expect an answer - isn't sure she wants one, but she wants him to know she's there if he needs. It's not much comfort, but it's something.]

[devoutish]

[She's right - no answer comes.]

@SceptredIsle; voice; morning 214

[keepscalm]

[While he'd usually do something like this over text to preserve some distance and privacy, he knows Alfie prefers voice, so he turns on his audio feed. His tone is quiet and earnest, unusual for England.]

I'm so sorry.

Please let me know if there's anything I can do for you, even if it's something small.

[devoutish]

[There's no answer.]

[ecks]

do you have anything to trade?

[devoutish]

No, you and I are done trading for now.

[ecks]

I do not have a cigarette

[Surely that is tempting enough for him!]

[devoutish]

Nah.

[ecks]

I do not have clear string or a candle or soap or tinder twigs

[devoutish]

Goodbye, Ecks.

[ecks]

I am not going to find you and I am not going to hit you with a shovel

[devoutish]

[He doesn't respond.]

@jwatson, text, Morning 217

[jumpthegun]

Did you get the aloe vera I prescribed? Also, we're heading east again. Are you still heading west?

@ASolomons; audio

[devoutish]

[Sup, bro. Here's Alfie sounding exhausted and generally shitty.]

Just use the audio. If Sherlock is in the room, move to another.

[jumpthegun]

[John pulls a face.]

It's not about anyone being in the room. I spent yesterday being strangled. Multiple times. Consensually. Don't ask. It hurts to talk.

[He hopes that's enough to let Alfie draw his own incorrect conclusions and move on.]

[devoutish]

[Unfortunately, Alfie is absolutely not buying that, because...]

You used that excuse already. Sore throat, three days ago.

[His voice tightens.]

I don't know what's going on with you, but I am not in the fucking mood for these games today. Do you understand? Stop this and talk honestly, or don't contact me again.

[He hangs up.]

audio

[jumpthegun]

[John grits his teeth. He needs to talk to Alfie. His throat feels about like sandpaper after several days of training with Bucky. Ugh. He calls back.]

It was true three days ago. [He probably sounds like he's a 40-year-pack-a-day smoker at the moment. It feels like it, anyway.]