Reverie: IC Inbox

[donkeyballs]

 

IC INBOX
text // voice // video


Alright, go ahead and leave me a message, an' I'll get back to you soon as I can.

Comments

text | on roster day

[solarcharged]

Soooo... Have you read the thing?

Re: text | on roster day

[donkeyballs]

Yeah, I read the thing.

Reads like a whole lot of horseshit to me.

Someone's messin' with us.

un: botanist

[contorta]

Alex. How's your arm?

un: rocipilot

[donkeyballs]

Hey, doc.

Healin', I think. But damn, it's slow. I miss the med bay on the Roci.

How you holdin' up?

Voice

[charlieoscar]

[Apropos of nothing, the voicemail turns up in Alex's inbox. No, they don't actually know each other - having spoken all of twice - but the man offered and in that one fraction of a moment, Mike needed anywhere to unload.]

Vampires? What the actual hell is wrong with this station.

[New guy's had a rough day.]

Re: Voice

[donkeyballs]

Yeah. Found him passed out in the showers, once. He's an alright guy but I don't envy him his dietary restrictions.

Honestly he ain't even the weirdest one I've met, yet. Revan can make shit float just by thinkin' bout it.

un:castiglione

[oorah]

tell me you didn't just volunteer to be a vampire snack

Re: un:castiglione

[donkeyballs]

I think snack probably ain't the right word for it.

action; after frank's call

[tumang]

[ Amos doesn't waste any time to beat down Alex's door, after Frank tells him about the biting and the vampire. Because, what the fuck. He slams his fist against the door, over and over, leaning hard against it, feeling his blood running hot through his veins.

Blood. ]

Open up, Alex!

[donkeyballs]

[ A few seconds later, the door opens and Alex appears. He's pulling his jumpsuit back on, which, given the sling, is more difficult than it sounds, and he looks extremely worried. The bandage is still there, at the base of his throat. ]

Amos? What's wrong? Who's hurt? Is Naomi okay--

un: gunny

[marineris]

hey, are you feeling better?

un: rocipilot

[donkeyballs]

[ He almost replies with a tired 'I was already feeling fine' but after Amos he's not going to open that can of worms again if he doesn't have to. So instead:]

Right as rain, gunny.

Why, you lookin' for work out company?

[marineris]

[Bobbie overhears the argument, and hears it escalate, but by the time she gets out into the hallway Amos is storming off and Alex has closed his door. She lets out a breath, considers letting him cool off, and then knocks on his door anyway. She at least wants to make sure this won't be some huge issue. Open up, Alex!]

[donkeyballs]

[ The door doesn't open. Instead, a (very annoyed) Alex yells back though the door. ]

Go away, Amos!

voice » un: botanist

[contorta]

Hey. ( if he sounds hesitant, that's because he isn't sure if this is a call he should be making. but, well — ) I heard you and Amos argue. Is everything okay?

( the walls are thin, it seems. he couldn't really make out words, but... the angry and loud voices? those were clear. )

[donkeyballs]

[ The hesitation in Prax's voice just makes him feel even more guilty, and he glares down at his comm like it has personally betrayed him. ]

Sorry, Doc. Everything's fine. We just lock antlers every once in a while.

un:millerlite around 1 am

[pampa]

You got the crew with you?

[ after turning alex down he'd been - OK HE'D BEEN WORRIED DON'T MAKE A THING OUT OF IT. he just wants to make sure alex isn't alone now. ]

[donkeyballs]

[ Even with the crew here, he wasn't having an easy time sleeping, so he was awake when the message came through. ]

Yeah. We've commandeered one of the larger rooms up on the sixth floor.

You alright?

text; un:burton (backdated; pre-amos breakdown, post-video)

[tumang]

so
i got something to tell you

[donkeyballs]

What's up?

audio; un:millerlite

[pampa]

Did you tell that asshole with the pink backpack to call me beratna?

[donkeyballs]

Now why would I do a thing like that?

[ Can you hear the grin in his voice, Miller? ]

text.

[oddbod]

You might want to talk to Amos. I found him pointing his shotgun at the observation deck windows. Seems to be having some kind of crisis?

Re: text.

[donkeyballs]

[ Uh. ]

What kind of crisis? Was he upset?

text, after mako's post rip

[marineris]

hey
you holding up okay?

1/2

[donkeyballs]

Yeah, I'm fine.

text; un: slothbaby

[morphogenia]

Hi! I'm super sorry to text out of the blue you like this, but I'm super angry and this keeps me from smashing something. Can you tell Amos that I don't care how helpful he is, he can't just show up, scream at my neighbor, and punch him? Because aside from being super rude to his neighbors who are trying to do their afternoon prayers, HE SHOULDN'T PUNCH MY FRIENDS UNLESS HE WANTS TO GET PUNCHED BY ME. This isn't okay!!!

UGH. Please just handle it because I am going to smash him if you don't.

voice;

[donkeyballs]

[ Uh.

Uh, what the hell just happened?

Sorry Kamala, he's switching this over to voice because text will just take too long. ]

Hey, hey, sweetheart, slow down, I don't know what you're talkin' about.

Who did Amos punch? What happened?

text.

[oddbod]

[A little after midnight - ]

ca n you please come to my room

[No further explanation, though the lack of proper typing might be clue enough that something is wrong.]

[donkeyballs]

[ He doesn't even reply - he's already up and slipping out of the shared room that the Roci crew shift sleep in, next door to where he knows Clara usually sleeps. He knocks quickly. The manner of text was enough to make him worried. ]

Clara? You alright?

text

[marineris]

hey.
what was all that about?

Re: text

[donkeyballs]

What was what about?

[ Yeah, he's going to play dumb as long as he can. ]

voice » un: botanist

[contorta]

Alex -

( prax sounds exhausted and his voice is a little rough, like he's been crying. he has been. )

[donkeyballs]

Prax?

[ Alex might not sound like he's been crying, but he sounds like he's utterly exhausted. And worried. ]

Everythin' alright?

action; post Bobbie shenanigans, music still playing

[tumang]

[ In his bid of avoiding everyone as much as possible, Amos has managed the best with Alex, so far. Which... is surprising. And a little unsettling. And exactly why he goes over to Alex's quarters one night, while some song about a dancing queen is blaring through the invisible speakers that Amos wants to murder.

He doesn't knock, just walks straight in to Alex's room, because fuck privacy. It's not worth it at a time like this one. ]

Hey. You alright?

[donkeyballs]

I feel like my head's goin' in about ten hundred damn directions, that I'm goin' crazy and that this is all a set up for us all dyin' horribly, but sure, I'm alright.

[ He was seated on the mattress on the floor, leaning his head back against the wall. Amos really wasn't interrupting anything other than his thoughts. ]

You handlin' any of this shit any better than me?

[marineris]

[Bobbie heads down to their brand new (well, to them) hydroponics farm, visions of mashed potatoes and fried mushrooms already dancing in her head. She's not exactly a green thumb, but she's willing to do whatever it takes to get some decent food around here, even if she has to sing the damn plants to sleep every night. She's not at all surprised to see Alex already there.]

Hey. Getting your hands dirty?

[donkeyballs]

Hey, Gunny. [ He was seated on the floor, an array of seed pods and growing medium spread out in front of him, including little seed packets. ]

Doin' my damndest, anyway. You come down to lend a hand?

action!

[marineris]

[At some point after talking to Lapis, Bobbie spots Alex's conversation with her, and his line of questioning makes it immediately obvious what he's thinking. Bobbie doesn't know if she agrees—the only humanoid protomolecule things she's seen were nothing like Lapis, but he sounds slightly panicked, so she tracks him down to their room anyway. When she finds him, she sits down beside him, letting her shoulder bump into his as she does.]

Hey. You okay?

[donkeyballs]

[ Alex just took a seat in the hallway that he'd happened to be in, nervously fiddling with his communicator and sort of staring out into the distance. He only noticed Bobbie when she sat down, and he nearly started, but the recognition came a milisecond later, and he started to relax. ]

... Yeah.

[ He wasn't. He was nervous. But he continued: ]

What do you think happens to that protocrap after it's been doin' it's thing for 6000 years?

text

[marineris]

hey, sailor. i didn't see you in the mess hall. everything okay?

[donkeyballs]

[ It takes several minutes for him to reply, which is already a red flag. Unless he's asleep, he usually replies very quickly. ]

the mood i'm in i'd end up leavin a god damned fork in someone's thigh

[ The grammar is the second red flag. ]

audio; un:millerlite

[pampa]

[ okay... usually he'd let this go, but in light of all that's happened, you bet your ass he's calling alex. ]

No family dinner tonight, beratna?

[ he tries not to sound expectant as he asks, scanning empty tables at the mess like he just skipped over alex somehow thought that would never actually happen. ]

[donkeyballs]

[ He's definitely not in the mess hall. Wherever he is, it sounds strangely quiet. ]

I ain't hungry.

[ And he sounds pissed. ]

un:castiglione

[oorah]

someone i know is here

[donkeyballs]

What, really?


Is it David?

the day before he disappears to go planetside!

[solarcharged]

Okay sailor. I'm going to disappear for a few days. I just wanted to give you the heads up so you don't freak out just in case.

[donkeyballs]

Uh, you gonna give me a bit more info on that one, cowboy?

Disappear where?

voice| After Mike's Meeting Post

[charlieoscar]

[It's very late, but somehow, Mike thinks Alex will forgive him.]

Wake up, flyboy. I've got a present for you.

[A link follows. Leading Alex to a simple message Mike had received just a few moments prior.]

[donkeyballs]

I'm up, what's all this abou--

[ There's a pause as he clicks the link and reads the message. ]

Shit, Mike, I could kiss you. I'll be down there in five.