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((OOC: Zell may show messages to Jim Hawkins. If you do not want Jim to see/know, then please let me know.))

Date: 2018-06-30 01:07 am (UTC)
rattlingthestars: (043)
From: [personal profile] rattlingthestars
Look all you want, then.

[ Jim doesn't register how light the touch is, but he's noticing the cold. ]

Inside, where we're not freezing our asses off anymore.

Date: 2018-06-30 02:04 am (UTC)
rattlingthestars: (037)
From: [personal profile] rattlingthestars
[ Jim goes, easy, and kisses Zell soundly as soon as he gets there. ]

Really missed hearing that, you know?

Date: 2018-06-30 02:11 am (UTC)
rattlingthestars: (023)
From: [personal profile] rattlingthestars
Too long.

[ Jim's not even lying about that, it was the worst night he's spent here. ]

-A day.

[ Jim's sounding a little distracted, though, as he watches Zell get up. ]

Are you sick again? You're moving slow.

[ Maybe he hurt Zell when Zell fell over? ]

i am left with weird icons, forgive me

Date: 2018-07-10 06:16 pm (UTC)
rattlingthestars: (136)
From: [personal profile] rattlingthestars
[ It's definitely feeling weird, now, the way Zell's holding him like he could accidentally break him. The explanation makes sense with what he's seen, though he doesn't like it at all. ]

-Even the cold, right?

[ Jim's guessing, but he thinks it's correct anyway. ]

Let me.

[ He shifts his grip a little in Zell's hand, the better to guide him with. ]

@librarian; video; night 380

Date: 2018-07-16 10:52 pm (UTC)
cahooted: (255)
From: [personal profile] cahooted
Hey Zell, uh. I just saw. What happened and just, I know we haven't talked in a while but I wanted to check in, see how you're doing. I mean, I know you're probably not okay, but if you want to talk, just...

[A pause. He knows exactly how it feels, maybe a little too well – which makes this even harder and he finds his tongue tied, finds himself out of his depth. What do you say that isn't just empty sentiment at this point? Is there anything you can say?]

I hope he'll be back soon.
Edited Date: 2018-07-16 10:52 pm (UTC)

Date: 2018-07-17 09:24 am (UTC)
rattlingthestars: (037)
From: [personal profile] rattlingthestars
Not even in a fun way.

[ Jim gives Zell his best grumpy look, but it's not very good. He's too relieved to have him back to grumble, even while his heart twists imagining what Zell's feeling. ]

It's not too tight. You can - you can hold as tight as you want to.

Date: 2018-07-18 11:42 am (UTC)
cahooted: (147)
From: [personal profile] cahooted
I'm sorry.

Are you with anyone?

Late 381/Early 382, Text/Massive TLDR

Date: 2018-07-18 01:29 pm (UTC)
rattlingthestars: (013)
From: [personal profile] rattlingthestars
[ Jim's been pacing the hospital morgue. He'd thrown off the bodybag and gotten out of the drawer as quickly as possible, but the morgue was sealed up tight for the night. Of course he'd end up back in the hospital. He barely recognizes the place; he'd avoided it as much as he could every time they'd passed through here, and of course he hadn't seen it the first time.

But the panic's there in his chest, if he looks for it. The fear of the darkness, of the suffocation - of death, again, of blindness and helplessness. He's not helpless this time, though he can't put a finger on what he's lost yet. It didn't matter. He had himself, and all his senses, and he could make it through this alone if he had to.

He opens his tablet anyway, as soon as he finds it. The rest of his stuff's missing, but it must be back at the bunker with the others. His hands linger over the message field, hesitating to send anything. What if it were a lie, and the administration could read every message? What if Zell had already moved on? Jim's not even sure how long he's been dead.

He grips the tablet tight and takes a deep breath in, holds it, lets it out. The exercises he'd learned to cope before don't help as much as they could when he's standing in the middle of all this, but they help enough to steady his hands as he types. ]


Hey. I'm alive.

Date: 2018-07-18 06:44 pm (UTC)
cahooted: (167)
From: [personal profile] cahooted
That's good.

[At least he isn't alone, Flynn is relieved that he has friends with him.] Is there anything I can do?

Date: 2018-07-18 07:39 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] cahooted
I'm afraid I'm a little further out.

Radiation zone, close to the Columbarium.

Date: 2018-07-19 10:08 am (UTC)
rattlingthestars: (037)
From: [personal profile] rattlingthestars
[ Jim just wants to listen to that message over and over again. For him, it feels like he's just woken from a long night of sleep after the antagonizing way he'd died, but still.

It's Zell's voice, and it calms some of the panic of the hospital. Still, Jim finds himself hesitating to share too much, afraid of something nameless. Could he be sure of who he was talking to? ]


A long way from the bunker.

[ That was safe. It could be a couple of different morgues. ]

Date: 2018-07-19 12:39 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] rattlingthestars
It'll be over soon.

[ Jim hopes so, anyway. He's just as eager to make up for lost time, judging by the way he tugs Zell over to the nearest soft surface as soon as they're indoors. Brushing the snow off of him with gentle hands is interrupted by a flying ball of fluff, unfortunately. ]

Mochi!

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