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[pagings]

[ a couple of days after the fateful near-drowning incident.

does amos remember giving her his number? great question. still, a little out of nowhere, he'll get- ]

It's Karen, btw. :)

[ she's not expecting a response. just so he has her number, now. ]

[churnback]

[ This will be a new thing for him to get used to, people being able to (and maybe actually) sending him messages. They have something like this in his time, of course, just...not on these kinds of devices.

He vaguely remembers flashing his number to her, but for some reason had not expected her to actually reach out. In the reverse, it hadn't occurred to him either, but — now that she's reached out, he thinks it's not a bad thing at all. It takes him a bit to respond, though. ]

Hey. It's Amos :0

[ It's a dumb joke. And possibly even more deadpan than his usual when it's through text like this. 'Course she knows it's him, she reached out. He also realizes the little symbol didn't come through right when he tried to mimic hers. So. ]

:)

[pagings]

[ for karen, it has a lot more to do with making sure the people she keeps contact with the people she meets than any real need to chat. she knows how easy it is to feel isolated, how you can meet someone on the street and go days, weeks, sometimes the rest of your life, without ever seeing them again. it's the reality of new york, and she knows it would be just as easy here.

it's why she thinks about it, even in the aftermath of nearly dying. why, even if it had only been for a brief moment, she'd remembered amos' number. it was still a day, maybe more, maybe even a week or so until she does text him. and part of her doesn't really expect the reply.

so when it comes through, emoji and all, karen is left grinning a little to herself. is it a dumb joke? maybe. but it lands all the same. ]

I just wanted to make sure you had my number!

[ and really, she should leave it there. but karen has always been a little chatty, and this is something that's been on her mind. ]

Though...somewhat weird question.
Did you end up with a bottle of antibiotics in your pocket when you got back to your car?

[churnback]

[ She will notice that the intervals between his replies are long. He still needs to get the hang of this; it's not so much the use of the phone itself — he can pick up on that pretty quick — but rather the fact that she's still responding. It's not a bad thing at all. It's just Karen being...who she is. Which — he thinks he's starting to get a pretty clear image of her now. But she's specifically chatting to him. It's a thing that surprises him.

When you kind of skirt the edge of bad things happening with someone, you start to get a feel for them. Also, a feel for how it feels talking to her, which is...easy.

The bottle of medicine was a weird thing, but almost paled in comparison to things like the floating faces in the water he pretty much just ignored entirely, along with the files of some of his own thoughts staring back at him. ]

Yeah. Kind of the most normal thing that happened that night.

post sept aftermath

[diametrically]

You hear about the openings at the Scrapyard?

[churnback]

Yeah. Shit's getting busy. You thinking of going down that way?

[diametrically]

If they're looking for the help why not?

I'm curious to see what these rumours about the Rail are about too.

[churnback]

Yeah.

[ This is, in fact, Amos agreeing he'll put himself to use at the Scrapyard, too. Just. Without saying much about it. Like it's just assumed. ]

Figuring they wanna do something with it but how far they'll get is another thing.

[ It's just been busted this whole time so whatever collective knowledge they had wasn't enough before. But there's new fluxdrifts all the time, people like them. Something new to try, maybe. Though he hasn't said it out loud, there's a sort of implicit note to his words, that maybe whatever's going on with this Rail isn't something he's about to just ignore, either. ]

375 – 0319

[nadine_he_loves]

Hey.

Just thought I'd drop you a line and check in.

Last month got really weird.

[churnback]

Hey. Weird how?

[ It was weird for him, too, is the thing. For...well, a lot of people. But wouldn't have been the same for everyone. What they felt, saw, experienced. ]

[nadine_he_loves]

Randomly sharing emotions with strangers, whatever happened in the sky....

Did you see the sky?

[churnback]

Yeah. Saw it. Felt it.

[ Because there had been a whole — weird wash of emotion then, too. Something unfamiliar. That was before he even started feeling shit from other people. ]

Wasn't sure if everyone got that — sharing thing. Feeling what other people were feeling.

some late night/early morning

[carmesi]

i can't sleep
hi amos

[churnback]

hi back
you got good timing

[ Sleep is kind of. Fleeting sometimes. ]

shit on your mind?

[carmesi]

not really. got a few days off work so my schedule gets all messed up
i talked to cassian. he says you're with him at the scrapyard.

no wonder i haven't seen you around

[churnback]

yeah he suggested it - figured we'd be the extra set of hands they needed.

what are you gonna do with your few days off?

084 – 0763, mid-nov.

[chuju]

[ It's not the first time she's messaged Amos about joining her for a drive, but Daisy still hesitates before sending the message. If they had smart phones from her time period, he'd be able to see those little dots giving away her indecision, but she's blissfully safe from that secret being revealed here. ]

have you heard about this "hallowed joyride" thing?

[churnback]

[ He's semi-aware of things going on in Panorama, but he's been spending more time out by the Scrapyard with Cassian recently, so some things just filter in and out, off his radar. Anything that's not a need to know, especially, is disregarded. ]

I haven't. What is it?

[chuju]

[ She tries to stay abreast of things in the city, but there's just so much that doesn't make it onto their sorry excuse for the internet that she's often relying on eavesdropping on conversations in markets and diners to find out anything. ]

it's like this caravan that's happening. you have to put a costume on your car, which sounds weird but also kinda fun, and everyone drives out to find a diffusion zone to party in. i heard from someone who just got back that it's a drive-in theater this time.

[magike]

I ahve a favour to ask.

[churnback]

Go ahead.

[magike]

An escort to one of the diffusion zones. I can't promise what we'll find, but the company will be pleasant.

text.

[pse]

[ Roughly a week out from Christmas Eve, when a fresh layer of snow is lightly dusting everything and a lull of hibernation is settling over a worn out Panorama. Kimiko's given him a wide berth after the events in his garage; not out of any sort of sourness, but the conclusion it might be better if they're not seen together for a spell. But the festive season settles into her bones eventually, and — ]

Hey.
You busy? I have something to give you.
Want to grab a drink?

It's Kimiko.

[ And... something. Maybe the snow is making her a bit syrupy, a bit too thoughtful. Her head's on a swivel; she needs it on straight. ]

[churnback]

[ His time spent near or in the city has been more intermittent. Few reasons for that, really, but mostly he just needs the space to stretch out. Corners and fringes of a world that isn't his own, but that offers up pockets he can make his own. Control, in small ways.

He's just finished some laundry, though, when she texts. Was thinking of grabbing a bite. So — a drink's fine. ]

Give me what?

[pse]

A present! It's almost Christmas.

[ Jesus, man. Keep up. ]

Heading to the patio from before. Galaxy patio.

[ That's not the name of it, but — she can't remember the name of the pub, so. There's a come by, if you want kind of baked into her words, the same way insinuation and meaning is folded up in looks, in gestures, in everything she uses up to make up for the voice she lacks. And then she's gathering herself, her coat, her bag. ]