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[deardirect0r]

Leave a message... likely you'll be ignored, but valiant effort on your part.

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text | day 132 morning

[ghostthatlingers]

There's leftovers hidden in the back of the fridge.

Text

[deardirect0r]

So?

Text

[ghostthatlingers]

Eat them. It's real food.

text | Day 134 DURING THE BS

[ghostthatlingers]

[She has her helmet and glasses on so that means she can at least shoot off a text in the middle of this event unfolding.]

We need to talk. Now. You're working with Bifrons?

Text

[deardirect0r]

I see you've been chatting with Carolina.

[Well, that didn't take long. At least he doesn't have much to pack.]

Unfortunately, I may have delay that talk for the immediate future.

Text

[ghostthatlingers]

It's happening tonight. I need answers. We're meeting somewhere later.

Action | Day136 | Early Morning

[mind_ovr_matter]

Unfortunately, Bifrons hadn't been able to set up housing for her house guest in the immediate aftermath of what had happened. But she had a futon in her office she'd been able to set him up on, though she knew it wasn't ideal for comfort and his age. She'd been anticipating hearing back on the issue, but her expectations were dashed when she was called early on the second morning. It appeared that Bifrons had concerns about their employees' safety in the aftermath of Alpha's duel, particularly of their callsigns. Until now being in her household for sanctuary had been enough for them, but they advised her they were sending a guard—for both of their protection. Evidently for now, the good doctor was to remain under her roof.

The guard arrives soon after she's contacted and she lets him in. She imagines the slight commotion that causes will awaken Dr. Church, so she heads to the kitchen to prepare a light breakfast. Fruit and toast should do.

[deardirect0r]

The Futon wasn't the least comfortable place he'd slept. Still, his back was feeling a little stiff by the time the muffled voices roused him. He kept quiet and listened, until he was sure from the tone that the voices were conversational rather than confrontational.

Satisfied as to his own immediate safety, he gets up and makes himself presentable before satisfying his curiosity as to the identity of the new arrival. Needless to say, he's less than overtly thrilled to see an armed guard. At least he keeps from outright scowling, even manages a smile for his host.

"Dr.Suh, good morning."

[mind_ovr_matter]

She nods. "Good morning."

A glance over at the guard precedes her continuing. "This is Private Thompson. Unfortunately there's been some kind of disturbance and Bifrons decided we needed to be under guard for a few days."

audio; day 141, afternoon

[bothbarrels]

[ When calling out on the network proves to be a fruitless endeavor, North can only think of one potential culprit for her disappearance. Or at least someone he can take some latent anger out on. ]

Where's my sister, you sonovabitch?

[deardirect0r]

Ah, Agent North, what an unexpected surprise. I'm afraid I can't help you. I'm equally uncertain as to your sisters whereabouts. [How remiss of you to have misplaced her.]

[bothbarrels]

[ That motherfucker. The Director's wording seems to make it clear that there's something he does know. ]

Listen here, asshole, I'll find whoever's doing your dirty work; doesn't matter if they've taken her somewhere you don't know.

Day 143 | early morning | text / action

[ghostthatlingers]

What has her life become that this is a good idea. She waited for a local locksmith to crawl out of bed and change the locks on her house and give her a few spares. It's amazing how money can be an incentive to get anyone out of bed at an ungodly hour. Between waiting for the locksmith's arrival and their departure, she's partaken of some of her liquor cabinet.

More and more she's realizing she's not going to be able to get back to sleep, even with alcohol in her system. She's too wired and her argument with Church is continually running through her head. Her head hurts. She bundles up and heads out into the night for fresh air.

If York doesn't have time for her, then she knows someone that will likely make time for her, even at this early in the morning. She's not looking for much right now, but being in the house in the room she and Church shared up until an hour ago isn't appealing. She's heading towards the Director's place if only for lack of a better direction and hopes much explanation isn't needed. He can be aggravating, but he has his shit together more than Church does.

I'm almost at your place. I need some time away from the house.

Re: Day 143 | early morning | text / action

[deardirect0r]

Really. It's half past four in the morning, who the hell would message him at such an ungodly hour? He's tempted to ignore it, but it could be something gravely important. It had better be for waking him up when he'd only gone to bed a few hours ago.

He reads the message, rubs his tired eyes and considers his answer carefully. 'Time away from the house' didn't sound life threatening and the only thing at the house would be... Alpha.

Understood.

He tosses the glasses aside, before any more unwelcome distractions can happen, then gets ready for company.

[ghostthatlingers]

The text is enough to let her know that he is at least awake and she doesn't need to change course.

His damn guard is out front and tenses as she approaches, but it only takes some convincing for him to let her knock and see if she truly is an expected guest. At least she came in her street clothes instead of armor.

Day 144 | Evening | Text

[goddamngrenades]

You finallly died of being old and gumby ore r you still alive

Day 144 | Evening | Text

[deardirect0r]

ssry to dispoint you. casulties?

[goddamngrenades]

One kidney and part of my liver. All the crazy shit u gave us an not one sword. Missed opportunity.

day 144 | evening after above texts of sadness | action

[ghostthatlingers]

She's been trying to keep an eye on him without being too smothering. Staying nearby has been difficult and the house hasn't looked cleaner since she's had a helluva lot of pent up energy to expend.

It's about dinner time and she's got a bowl of soup and some crackers she's bringing up in case he's hungry. There's brief knocking on his door before she enters.

[deardirect0r]

He's busy scowling at his datapad, trying to distract himself from York and his damned taunt about Carolina. It's only making him more frustrated as he can't concentrate enough to accomplish anything. He's spent the past, well who knows how long it was, reading the same bit of code over and over again.

It's frankly something of a relief when she arrives. He would have messaged her but he'd thrown his glasses across the room. Something he realized afterward wasn't the brightest move.

Day 152 - evening - action

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Today sure as fuck has been eventful. Y'know what'll make it more eventful? Making sure he has a fucking heart to heart, brain to brain, snark to snark with the Director. Asshole's gotta be around sometime, and Alpha will be waiting for him. To spring into action. Or look grouchy and tired, anyway.]

Day 152 - evening - action

[deardirect0r]

[Church is left waiting for a couple of hours, until the AI lab closes and the Director has nothing else to do but come home. Omega bounds into the house, tail wagging and he follows the mechanical dog into the kitchen.]

Day 158 | late night | action

[ghostthatlingers]

Today had been exciting, that was for sure. The punch she had taken to her face earlier (and really, how many of those did she fucking need?) was starting to show itself and while such an injury is merely an occupational hazard, at least she learned something from it. A something she needs to discuss with the Director once he's home.

She'll wait until it's later in the evening before camping out in the shared kitchen space with a warm mug of milk.

Voicemail; Day 166, late afternoon

[pastdoesntdefine]

[her words are short, clipped. Tense.]

We need to talk.

It can't wait.

[deardirect0r]

Alright. Go on.