text, u.n: j.watson

[enarms]

A belated merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates. Didn't think it would be any good but it's been nice, hope those of you who know it had a good time.







If anyone knows Dirk Gently, he's gone for a nap.

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text | c.fraser

[nineteenfortyfive]

It better be just a bloody nap, so help me.

[enarms]

[ jesus christ claire ]

Did he owe you money?

[nineteenfortyfive]

No. This is just getting ridiculous.

[enarms]

I know.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Did he just go?

[enarms]

Sometime in the last day yeah. Just went

[nineteenfortyfive]

I was asleep for three. We'll worry then. Good?

[enarms]

Yeah. Good

[ except hope's brutal and waiting's worse and there's really no turning off the hollow feeling of a disappearance once its settled in the gut ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

Have some hope.

[enarms]

I'll do my best.

Thing is, this is life now. I knew that, but once something's come into your own house it's harder to ignore it.

[nineteenfortyfive]

I know. But we can at least give him the benefit of the doubt for now.

text | private

[revlon]

I suppose the last thing you want me to ask is if you're all right.

text | private

[enarms]

I'm fine. Pissed off but fine

[ mmkay ]

text | private

[revlon]

John, let's not do this again.

text | private

[enarms]

Peg, you've just told me I don't want to talk about it. You weren't wrong

text | private

[revlon]

No, which is why I didn't ask. What I meant was if you felt like being 'fine' with company, I'm here.

text | private

[enarms]

[ oh

the slight delay on this text is spent staring mutely into the middle-distance, trying to work out what the hell kind of an emotion he's supposed to feel in response to this. what it'll fill. if whatever nebulous thing is waiting in him will solidify or go gaseous. ]

Thanks

Not sure what I want right now

just private 5ever #spy

[revlon]

I'd suggest my Christmas gift to you but I'd meant for that to be enjoyed under better circumstances. For what it's worth, I am sorry. Mr Gently and I only just met at the gala but he left quite the impression.

[ A good one, she should say, but she knows John has known the man longer than her. She supposes it needn't be said. Peggy herself is especially particular about who she keeps as company and she and Dirk had a lovely, long chat on the balcony of the South Outpost.

Being on the outside of a grief or anger that doesn't quite touch you is — strange, awkward sometimes. When Bucky had been (presumably) killed in action, she'd tried her best to be there for Steve even if the other soldier was more his friend than hers (what's a year or two in combat compared to a childhood?). That doesn't lessen the hardship.

There's a minute of nothing before she sends her next message, an echo of his from a few weeks ago: ]

But don't get lost.

[enarms]

[ don't get lost

John holds his breath for a second, then releases it through the shape of a weary smile. alright, Peggy Carter. alright. ]

Did you see him with or without the Christmas jumper?

[revlon]

No jumper to speak of. No jacket, for that matter, even though we were out on the balcony. I don't think either of us expected the company but it was nice.

text; un: ironborn

[reek]

[ Oddly enough, Theon is actually...kind of bizarrely kind of on a friendly basis with Dirk? But he still dislikes John, so uh...of course he has to fall into the usual habits.

Sorry, buddy. ]

Is that how we're describing it now?

[enarms]

[ it's alright. for today, it almost promises to be an decent distraction. let Theon buzz around all he likes, maybe he'll manage to piss John off and more's the better. ]

It's how I'm describing it yeah. You can pick your own poison

[reek]

[ Is that all he is to you? Wow--no, that's all John is too Theon, too. A distraction and an outlet for his seemingly endless anger. So at least it's mutual. ]

Not many seem to wake again.

[ He's basing this on Asha, on Arya, on Robb and Victarion. The latter two have hardly been gone for two months, but this is a lonely man who harbors no hope for them to return from stasis. ]

But if you wish to speak so flippantly, then they've all gone for a nap.

[enarms]

Not many seem to have woken in the first place.

[ they are, however miserably, on the same page for a multitude of topics tonight. John might be choosing flippancy for now as an active weapon against losing any more control to incomprehensible and untouchable forces, but he does understand the thing for what it is. helplessness is always wretched. there are more faces up there than he could ever think to count, and not one of the people living down here has the power to choose who or when they will wake.

all his friends here are new, and one by one they're slipping back into sleep.

rather than angry, John finds himself morbidly amused. ]

"Dirk Gently's gone back to the living graveyard in the sky." Read any better for you? We should come up with some common terminology, do everyone a favour.

[reek]

Even fewer are left. Let's hope it doesn't come down to just you and I.

[ In a way, Theon shares his amusement. He may even get a bit of a smirk out of his graveyard comment.

It’s strange, honestly. Why are they agreeing on things tonight? ]

I prefer to call it a crypt.

[enarms]

God forbid.

Crypt, that's good. The viewing windows to replace the uncanny stone likenesses. Not sure it'll catch on, but it's good.

I might go for gallery.

[reek]

It doesn't need to catch on. It's what it is. Call it anything different and you're wrong. It's built just the same as the crypts in Winterfell.

[ He had always hated the crypts, and he hates the stasis unit just as much. He's only visited to glower at his sister and to yell at Robb. He always avoids his father and his mother. ]

The only difference is that it houses more than just kings.

UN: wrightlawyer4u

[objectionattorney]

So it is still happening huh? I’m so sorry for your loss, I can only offer my hopes that he may awaken again soon.
I was speaking with someone a few days ago who was attempting to form a list of all those who were falling back asleep. He was hoping to figure out a source to it all. Although all I’ve figured out myself is that it only those of us from Thessa that can be affected.

None the less I wish you the best for the holidays. Hopefully, despite it all, the festivities were pleasant on your end.

[He understood how upsetting it was to experience such things first hand. Please take care of yourself.]

[enarms]

Thanks. Appreciate it.

I'm not sure understanding it's going to make much of a difference. But good luck to him, and to you if you're investigating.

Thanks again. My best to you and yours.

[objectionattorney]

You really believe it won’t do much? It has to be at least worth a try don’t you think? Even if we can’t accomplish much immediately at least figuring out a source should bring us a step closer to understanding and finding a way to prevent it. Or at least accept it.

At this point the only thing we know is that it could happen to any of us. And with that knowledge it’s a bit scary, don’t you think?

text | un: priorly

[priorly]

I'd say he seemed a little like he needed one, but I guess you don't just think him not moving for a few minutes merited an update.

I'm sorry. You lived together?

[enarms]

You're right. Maybe it'll do him some good

He was my hovelmate, yeah. I didn't know you knew him. Meet at the gala?

[priorly]

Knocked me over in the street, actually. I may have been a fraction tetchy about it.

text | un: disley

[tourism]

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[tourism]

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