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[nojockey]

"Kendrick. Leave a message."

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[nakedsingularity]

Hey, this is Henry.

How old are you?

_{[Don't let her casualness fool you, she's still effectively reeling from their adventure the other day, but since Sean is one of the only people she's met so far...]}

[nojockey]

[ after way too long spent trying to figure out how the fuck to send messages on this thing ]

I'm nineteen. Why?

[nakedsingularity]

<sub>[Boy, they've got to sort you out with this texting thing. Normally the pause in between responses would be her cue to text everybody else she could think of to cover her bases.

If she knew literally anybody else.]</sub>

Old enough to buy cigarettes.

_[Progress.]

Can you get me some and I can pay you back?

[nojockey]

All right. If you don't mind waiting til I go tonight to buy my own.

[ not that he smokes heavily or even often, but he does occasionally and something about this place makes him feel like needs to.

pure curiosity prompts him to ask: ]

How old are you?

[nakedsingularity]

I can wait. Thanks. I'd take them, but I didn't want to be the first to demonstrate thieves lose a hand for a first offense or something.

_{[Regular cigarettes aren't her vice of choice, either, but she'd tried to follow the highway out of town today and she's smoked her last joint. She needs to cling to the illusion something will take the edge off her headache or her nerves, one or the other.]}

Old enough to do what I want. _{[But because she's the one asking a stranger to do something for her when he could just as easily tell her to get fucked:]} 16.

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[nakedsingularity]

I lied before about what they call your generation. You're way older than I thought, I skipped a few categories.

lmfao HENRY.

[nojockey]

Good Lord. Not a baby boomer, then?

ilu

[nakedsingularity]

Waaaaay beyond that. I looked it up.

You don't have to be associated with baby mania anymore, so that's a plus.

[nojockey]

That's a relief. What's my generation called, then?

someone needs to drop a thread in here so i'm not hOGGING THE WHOLE THING

[nakedsingularity]

You're not really going to get that flu shot, are you?

_{[The urge to punctuate with air quotes is strong, but she resists.]}

LMFAO SEAN HAS NO FRIENDS.

[nojockey]

I'm still thinking about it. On the one hand, injections. On the other hand, whatever hell influenza it's supposed to protect us from...

amendment: someone needs to misdial Sean while calling their actual friend

[nakedsingularity]

Or there is no flu and it's a needle full of fuck knows what.

_{[Can you guess where she falls on the opinion scale...]}

the much more likely turn of events. also, reply a couple days later!

[nojockey]

As it turns out, I'm better off for having put off the vaccination. You really can't win here, can you?

SHADY'S BACK

[nakedsingularity]

<sub>[One of the buildings in Deerington's business sector has seen some modifications during this recent graffiti blitz. Where once there was a plain section of red brick giving way to white wall, now there's a spray paint horse colored in shades of red. A stallion, for those with a keen enough eye.

It seems to leap out of brick, which is styled to look like a crashing wave with curling tendrils of sea foam. The red of the bricking bleeds into the red of the horse, its head and shoulders emerging onto the white wall beside in a flowing movement reminiscent of water.

The hand behind it isn't half bad, either.</sub>

log | early november | MUM'S HOME.

[danzan]

[ Even though he obediently waits for Henry to come home as she asks, a few hours after they've touched base and talked a bit, he leaves the house. He's still a little groggy from his ridiculous 42 hour nap, but his nose is as sharp as ever.

And he's pretty sure he isn't imagining the saltwater smell.

True enough, he comes from Dunwich Hollow to Dorian Circle, and keeps going until he finds a house. The scent goes around it, though, so he creeps along...

...and sees a boy and his horse. Logan blinks a couple of times to make sure he isn't dreaming. ]

This your horse?

LMFAO [screaming]

[nojockey]

[ corr has been through a lot in this last month, and sean, for want of anything better to do with his time, has decided to reward him with a bath. this involves a bucket, a lot of salt, and the hose from the back of his house.

corr, for his part, shifts and makes a noise that sounds almost like an underwater groan. that's how sean knows someone's in the yard. that's all corr does, though which is good, because corr is near the same height as sean at his shoulders and considerably more muscular, and also in possession of very sharp teeth. ]

He's a capall uisce. A water horse. [ sean turns to look at the new guy, although he keeps a wary eye on his horse as well. ] You'll want to stay back, he's skittish with new people.

THIS INBOX IS JUST A GIRL, HER MOTHER, AND AN INNOCENT BOY OUT OF TIME.

[danzan]

Capall... okay. [ He's not even going to try pronouncing that right. Logan affords the horse a slight tilt of the head, however, and then a small nod; he's not sure if a kapal wheeze is an animal he can empathically connect with (it's a whole mutant power thing), but if it works, then Corr's going to learn right away that Logan doesn't mean any harm. Hopefully he'll relax after that, too. ]

...huh. [ Either way, the horse is definitely not a mermaid. ] Do you know Henry?

I'm Logan. [ Maybe Sean'll recognise him from the video he put on the network a few months ago! ] I live with her.

[nojockey]

[ that's for the best, manx is tricky at best. ask henry about her gaelg lessons.

whether or not corr understands an empathetic link, sean has no idea--but either way, he does relax. sean's thankful, he's not in the mood to shove holly berries in his horse's nose today.

the mention of henry makes him pause, equal parts wary and curious. that's just kind of sean's natural state, though, nothing personal. ]

I know her, yeah. [ and the name and face are familiar, but not enough so for sean to immediately recall... ] Sean Kendrick.

voice | post-Loganing, pre-event

[nakedsingularity]

<sub>[It's probably not suspicious at all Henry's I.D. lights up the screen of Sean's phone some time after she finds out what Logan did. Ring ring.

This is casual. This is cool. This is fine.]</sub>

sean is so popular this week

[nojockey]

[ if you keep calling him this much he's gonna start to think you like him or something gross like that, henry.

also t b h he's not even thinking about logan when he answers, so this timing is not particularly suspicious, although there is maybe a trauma flashback re: the last time henry called him. ]

Hi.

it's his barfday week after all

[nakedsingularity]

<sub>[How could she ever like someone who's... nice and helps her out in emergencies. Blegh.

She's thinking about Logan--specifically, what Logan knows about her and could have regrettably and aggravatingly shared with Sean during his little bloodhound session, fuck small towns and sharp noses--and has a question on the tip of her tongue. But when Sean picks up, another one jumps the queue to the front.]</sub>

Hey... It's me.

_{[You know, your favorite emotional wreck and unsolved mystery wrapped up in a leather jacket, hey.]}

How's it going?

_{[Okay on his end? She has to ask--not long ago she'd been having a teleporting freakout and Logan had been copying her greatest hits with an unexplained coma. If Sean joins the cub, they'll get tic-tac-toe.]}

[nojockey]

[ considering that her name and photo had both popped up when his phone rang, sean feels that his slightly bemused ] I know. [ is warranted.

caller id is on the next level here, henry. ]

As well as can be expected, I guess. [ the shrug is all but audible in his voice. mostly sean has been cleaning blood off of things and trying not to think about the races or his birthday. ] You?

Sometime around the 25th, a Delivery Dog arrives with the following

[justbeingknife]

[ A conch shell and a packet of still-warm Christmas cookies. There'a a note attached: ]

Ain't the same as the ocean, but maybe you'll still like it.

delivery on the 23rd

[vermillon]

[There's a box on the doorstep. A box wrapped in bright red foil, a silky silver ribbon tied around it with a bow on top. Inside the box is a pair of thick leather gloves and a couple bottles of beer. On top of the pile is a simple piece of white cardstock paper with elegant cursive words penned in red ink (notice a pattern?), as if written with a quill or a fountain pen.

Happy holidays.

Who could have sent it? Well, all that red looks a lot like the red a certain someone likes to wear, right?]

[justbeingknife]

[ There's a strangely shaped-stone left by Sean's door, with a small note written in Japanese: These things've saved me more than once.

➟ Stone of Enduring: Owner will survive a mortal blow with 1 HP (single use). ]