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[thrawnsaide]

Sir, I apologize for disturbing you. I'm Lieutenant Eli Vanto. I recently requested fishing string from the Agri. They presented me the string and had also indicated that you would wish to use some as well. I would be more then happy to offer you some.

[doubled_speed]

[The text response is practically instantaneous. If timed, it'd come down to less than two seconds.]

hey there dude ain't no problem at all
fishing string like that really strong heavy clear line and shit?
that sounds super fucking useful
when I asked for string to tie up herbs to let them dry
the pesky little guys gave me silly string
if you're willing to share then I'll make sure that when I do use the silly string
you won't be a target
only seems fair, right?

[Text]

[thrawnsaide]

[Eli was quite surprised to receive a response so quick. It had been his first time reaching out to anyone and he wasn't sure if he would get a response or not. The string must have been pretty important.]

Yes, the string is pretty much what you described. The Agri are particular folk. You never know what to expect from them.

----What's silly string?

text; un: carpe.vinum

[beochaoineadh]

oh hey tommy.

so since you've rescued me like fucking twice now, i figured i ought to say thank you or something.
so you know..
thanks, or something.

[Look, he still sucks at this.]

[doubled_speed]

Wow, you're as shit at that as I am.

[beochaoineadh]

yeahhh i've never been great at this sort of thing. i mean it though, for what it's worth.
and you're pretty badass in case no one's said it recently.

text

[tempredmental]

[sent after Tony leaves in this thread but before the toy for "Cosmo" arrives.]

Yeah your friend tony is kind of a jerk

[doubled_speed]

A: Dr. Mister Starkman totally isn't my friend, he's my mentor.
B: And apparently I can call him kettle now given you've gone all pot.

Dude, most of the people I hang out with are like that. But what did he do?

[tempredmental]

I guess that could explain some things




He pissed me off is what he did
First he called me poor then he called me a spoiled rich kid
He cant even keep his insults straight

[Keith would come down off this eventually once he thinks about it a bit more, but he was too angry to really think clearly right now.]

a few days before christmas; text;

[threesecrets]

you know I fucked it up.
told me to take care of my family and instead everything went to shit.

[Signs point to Ronan probably not being sober. But Tommy seemed like the only one that might get how fucked up things had gone back home. And he knew about the dreaming, so Ronan doesn't have to worry about hiding it.

So here he is, doing something almost like talking about it.]

[doubled_speed]

If you need to talk, we can meet at the Deep End. Get ourselves some drinks.

[Because while Tommy doesn’t know how to make anything BETTER with words, he sure as fuck knows how much he needed, sometimes, for someone to just sit there and listen and agree that life was fucking shit.]

[threesecrets]

sure I'm not that far anyway. and you know you're not bad company.

[Which is to say that Ronan is already at the Deep End. Cayde isn't around, and Ronan wouldn't know how to broach the subject of dead fathers and dreamt mothers and how to cope when your relationship with your brother went to shit with the Exo anyway. There's a reason he was specifically texting Tommy.]

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[itsamysterio]

I'm going to preface this by emphasizing that I know you are currently an adult, but having recently been a teenager, I need some advice.

Parker's coming to stay with me for a while, and I don't have a lot of practice with kids his age. What should I do to make sure he's comfortable?

Re: text

[doubled_speed]

[Well at least he was smart enough to preface]

Really, you're taking in Peter? Weird. Tony's the main child adopter on the planet. But yeah, do you. I'm sorry, though, that you didn't have the experience. Uh, food. Lots of food. Especially for him.

[itsamysterio]

He asked. I guess he's having trouble settling down. I would have thought he'd pick Stark too, but I guess this one is different from his, maybe the kid's feeling shy about approaching someone new.

I'm guessing the experience I do have won't be welcome given his age and...I'm sure he's not looking for a father figure in all this.

Food. Right. I can handle food. Keep the place well stocked. What else?

text;

[sinistral]

You are intact?

[Okay was a tricky thing, given how he'd learned that Billy struggled. It seemed only right to check that his brother was at least physically well.]

[doubled_speed]

[Okay was never on his books anyway. Not in the last half year. It's fine. He's fine. He'll lie that lie so hard that it seems real.

And, of course, given it's Tommy texting the message comes in response basically instantly.]

Already rebuilding the calorie count. So yeah, pretty good. You helping out the nerd?

[sinistral]

[In a stunning turn of events, the Soldier's texting speed was more that of normal human levels. For him it was progress.]

I have offered your brother to live with me. He won't be alone.

[playingtough]

It starts with a pair of texts in the middle of the night that're pretty unreadable.

It just says 'rTS'. Another comes through this time just 'steloks'.

There's a sound from the diner below. The doors are never locked, so Billy Hargrove 'lets' himself in to stumble towards... somewhere. Anywhere. He looks like he woke up in a fit, with his hair a mess and sleep clothes rumpled. He walked here barefoot and doesn't even really notice if his feet hurt. This was the only place he could think to go that was safe.

The diner was safe.

Tommy was safe.

[doubled_speed]

The texts wake Tommy. Of course they do. His communication device is set to alert him in case of emergencies. But damn if he has no fucking clue what the guy is saying. He's about to set up a call when he hears someone downstairs.

In a blink he's down his stairs and opening the door. The barefoot and rumpled look would be damn attractive another time if he wasn't concerned. He moves from the door to the man's side in a blink, a hand coming to rest on his elbow.

"Hey there. Hot chocolate, tigertuber vodka, or just another pillow fort?"

[playingtough]

Billy always said he wasn't good at texting, and that's why he never used the device. It must've been important for him to use it like this, even if the words didn't make any sense.

He doesn't seem to hear the door, but looks at Tommy like he can't quite process the guy is there. "...there were rats. No rats in the diner," he whispers, then blinks as he looks around. No rats. Nothing in here but him and Tommy. No rats, no rats, no rats. Billy looks at Tommy again.

"It's safe in here." Wait, the guy asked him a question. "...hot chocolate?"

Did they have that here?

text - meant to send this three weeks ago, so backdate 05/10ish

[madginger]

so, should i start calling you cradle robber? or you willing to admit my brother's been through more than enough to mentally make up for what he lacks in physical years?

Re: text - meant to send this three weeks ago, so backdate 05/10ish

[doubled_speed]

Wow. I could have sworn I just read the words 'I don't want chocolate chip waffles'

Backdated to July 4th

[playingtough]

Billy's managed to avoid the party somehow and gotten back home to his beach shack. It's the anniversary of what's waiting at home, the anniversary of his death and he can't risk a party that might have fireworks. Already he can see the echoes of them from his memory when he shuts his eyes.

The beach shack is peaceful, but the silence just leaves space for those awful memories to crowd in. It feels smothering, and he presses his face to the cool wood flooring. Billy chokes out a sob as the memories of bleeding and dying and hurting to start to take over. With shaking hands, he manages to get the device out of his pocket. The hardest part is texting. There's a message waiting on him from Tommy, but he doesn't read it. Billy can't. All of his focus goes into typing the one singular word.

He stops midway, taking a breather before sending off the 'BeAch' message to his partner. It's after he sends it does he send the message does he see Tommy's message about going to the party himself. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Billy struggles to send another message to cancel, but he's shaking too hard to keep the communicator in his hands.

[doubled_speed]

The message wasn't what Tommy expected when he'd gotten it. He had already left the party and was doing the finishing touches on setting up the evening he had planned for Billy. Who apparently hadn't bothered to read his texts. Because of course he hadn't. Really, Tommy shouldn't have expected it.

With a sigh he threw himself into a run and after a minute he was at the door of the cabin, knocking at it.

"Baby, open up. Let me in."