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[abheirrant]

—pposed to know when to start speaking? That wasn't a very thorough explanation on what I'm to do this, now was it? Hello? Hello? Are you listening to me? Are you even still ther— [beep]

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[writtendestiny]

[Apropos of nothing, Poison leaves Carlisle a message in the middle of the night. She doesn't expect an answer right away... but does he even sleep, anymore?]

Hi, Carlisle. [She pauses, coughs, then goes on.] Just... making sure you're doing alright. Let me know?

@Sparrow

[arcadedragon]

[Genji was born into luxury. As the second son of the head of a crime organization he had everything he could ever want, and not just money to spend but people who cooked for him, cleaned, did all the day to day tasks.

After his .. injury, he'd been incapacitated and hadn't needed to take care of himself for a while, or been able to even if that had been a priority. And once he was joined up with Overwatch he still had most of his needs taken care of. He dumped his laundry in a bin and it magically showed up back in his room clean and folded. The only reason he knew how to cook eggs was because he felt inept when the microwave broke and realized just how little he knew about being the human he claimed to still be.

It took nearly half a carton before he got it right and made something edible.

But laundry still eluded him. In fact now that he thought about it he's not sure he's ever even seen a laundry machine. He'd never been in the laundry room either at Hanamura or the Overwatch base. And the Shambali monks didn't need to wash their clothes as they didn't sweat and get them dirty. What did washers look like? They were metal cubes right? There certainly wasn't one in his room (though there was a small countertop dishwasher that he'd mercifully figured out how to use without flooding the place).

And now Genji had a problem. He did actually wear clothes under his armor, a thin body suit and boxerbriefs that kept his skin from chafing against the metal. And he really wanted them clean.

He frowned at his phone while he debated his options. Just how inept did he want to come off? Robot-ninja doesn't know how to take care of himself. Entitled little brat just like he'd been as a child.

Eventually he settled on Carlisle because if nothing else at least the fact that he wears clothes might reassure the man that he's human.]

May I trouble you for a rather mundane question?

@lazarus | text

[benhargreeves]

[ It's a couple of days after the... incident with Kieran, and Ben's finally getting around to contacting the healer who had come by. He got Carlisle's contact info from Pratt and sends a quick text. He doesn't just jump right to asking what the fuck had happened, though. He has some manners at least. ]

Hello, this is Ben.
We met the other day.

[ He could do a whole long explanation but honestly he hasn't got the energy for it so he just bites the bullet and clarifies: ]

The one with the tentacles.
I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing?

[AUDIO]

[sleepyhollowed]

[When Kieran calls, his tone is uncertain at first, but it eventually grows a little more confident. This is a buddy that he's calling about something that will hopefully help him feel better about some less-than-fortunate stuff. It shouldn't be a big deal, right?]

[Ugh, these nerves are so stupid!!]

H-Hey, Carlisle! When you get a chance, are you good fer talkin'?

text; @Qubit; idk late january i guess?

[superposition]

[ There's a picture embedded in this message. It's a photo of Qubit's lab door, which appears to have been vandalized with some kind of magic circle bullshit. ]

Can you identify this?

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[vosseeker]

[ After being informed of this public conversation on the network... ]

"Constructs."

[ The way he repeats Carlisle's word, rolls it around like it's something pestilent. ]

You're playing a dangerous game.

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[tsuyoi_ame]

Hey! Sorry about the fence, I'll be by to fix it.


[Intends to fix the entire fence, but politely making it an offer to fix the small piece he broke.]