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Day 56;

[cicatrize]

[ this is so lame and slurred that you might think he's drunk, but nah, he's just tired. really fucking tired. ]

(1) VOICEMAIL: BENJAMIN, JONATHAN
Caaall when you wake up, asshole. Hope you had fun slacking off in your nap coma while we worked our asses off.

[ thats a joke. he's glad you're here, and yes, he did go by medical and poke your face and maybe left you a beer. ]

[runsonbatteries]

CALLING: BENJAMIN, JOHNATHAN

...Hi.

[His voice is scratchy from lack of use, but he's awake and he has like 35% of a grip on what's going on.]

[cicatrize]

[ oh, hi tony hi. jack's voice is groggy when he answers as well, clearing his throat before he speaks ]

CALLING: BENJAMIN, JONATHAN

Hey. You didn't wake up missing any limbs or anything, did you?

[runsonbatteries]

CALLING: STARK, ANTHONY

So far everything's accounted for. I haven't done the full sweep, limbs and goodie-bag, but I think I'd already know if something was amiss.

[cicatrize]

FROM: benjamin.jonathan@cdc.org

Probably. It's good to hear you survived. Has anyone filled you in?

[runsonbatteries]

CALLING: STARK, ANTHONY

I haven't even talked to anyone else, yet. But I think I already know.

durr pretend that wasnt text

[cicatrize]

CALLING: BENJAMIN, JONATHAN

It's not hard to surmise, being on the Neheda now. [ ajna went bye bye ]

Y U NO WANT TO TALK TO ME JACK? 8|||

[runsonbatteries]

CALLING: STARK, ANTHONY

How long have we been here? [AKA: how long has Ajna been a cloud of dust in the wind?]

D8 U 2 PURDY SOUNDING

[cicatrize]

CALLING: BENJAMIN, JONATHAN

Not even a full day.

D8 WELL YOUR VOICE IS LIKE SEX BUTTER

[runsonbatteries]

CALLING: STARK, ANTHONY

Did we lose anyone?

gdfsjkklfgjdslkfa SEX BUTTER

[cicatrize]

[ his voice goes quiet for a moment, jack chewing at the inside of a lip. ]

Some. Sturmhond posted a list.

Accept no substitutes 8|b

[runsonbatteries]

[His lungs feel like they're being sucked through a straw as he pulls up the list and reads through it, bracing himself for the worst.]

...Simon Wilson was transferred? [His voice is bone-dry.] I hope that's not code for them deciding to take him out back and shoot him.

8|bbbb

[cicatrize]

[ jack lets out a short sigh. not likely an expression he'd give around others, but he's felt more comfortable around tony since their Talk. ]

Could be. We'll likely never know. I don't think the officers would be that secretive about it, though. They like to make examples out of dissent.

[runsonbatteries]

For once I'm going to put my faith in the CDC's theatrics.

[Then after a lengthy pause:]

...There was a beer next to my bed that I feel like I should thank you for. If that was, in fact, you.

[cicatrize]

It was, and you're welcome. Other than the clearly depressing, how are you feeling?

[runsonbatteries]

[He clicks his tongue in thought before he answers.] Well-rested.

I'm pretty sure that siesta more than made up for every all-nighter I've pulled in my lifetime.

[cicatrize]

Sounds lovely. You missed all the actual hard work, though. We fought dragons.

[runsonbatteries]

Dragons?

[cicatrize]

Dragons.

[runsonbatteries]

[ o rightie then.]

...How did we end up doing it?

[cicatrize]

Taking out Ajna?

[runsonbatteries]

Just curious how the CDC handles its planet-destroying business.

[cicatrize]

Space gun. About the same thing everyone was joking about. I didn't see a lot of it, given I was on the last shuttle off. We kind of got hit with the shockwave.

[runsonbatteries]

[Silence and then eventual change of topic:] How's your sister?

[cicatrize]

[ there's a brief pause, but jack's tension is mostly inaudible. ] Alive, and not pending punishment. She was caught in a wreck, but it worked out.