24.0. the line between reality and not.

[systemfails]

[There's a grating sound. Like someone's scratching something across the table. Sue's voice is just very... flat.]

Y'ken, when I was pissed as hell on a sinkin' ship... I kinda thought I might die. Kinda thought I might wake up, though, too.

I did. Jus' with sand in me mouth. Again[More scratching, and a slight clatter

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Private

[drdaytimetelly]

It's all right, Sue. It's just....it's all right.

Re: Private

[systemfails]

I...

I guess.

Thanks, John.

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[drdaytimetelly]

Dying does matter.

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[systemfails]

Aye, it does.

It...

I did. It hurt more when you did, which... says a lot.

This is different.

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[drdaytimetelly]

I'd guessed.

I'm coming to see you.

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[systemfails]

John, you... Other people actually need help, donae...

...come when you've finished with other people.

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[drdaytimetelly]

I will.

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[systemfails]

Thanks, John.

later spam

[drdaytimetelly]

[He'd had a nap and a sandwich, which meant that he was much more ready to deal with the fact that Sue wasn't doing so well. It hadn't occurred to him yet - really sunk in - that they'd lost so many people in the last few days.

Not to mention the days they'd lost. It'd been the tail-end of March and now suddenly it was the second of April.

John knocked at the door to her flat, his kit still underneath his arm.]

Re: later spam

[systemfails]

[Sue wasn't really on top of anything. She'd meant to be. Her original thought when saying anything was to check in with people and get on with business. But the more she sat and thought about it, the less that was what she felt like saying.

But now she was ambling around the flat, drinking coffee and not really wanting to do anything. She took a little while to answer the door, but when she saw it was John, she smiled,] C'mon in, John. [It sounded quite flat and uninterested, but she was glad to see him.]

Re: later spam

[drdaytimetelly]

[John knew that look, that tone. He'd been the same way himself just a few weeks ago. He stepped inside the flat and shoved the door shut, meandering vaguely towards a table in order to set that damn kit down.] It's April 2nd.

Re: later spam

[systemfails]

[Sue looked at him, very confused, then pulled her glasses out of her shirt pocket, shoving them on.] No, no, it's not [whilst they booted up. Booting... booting...] What the fuck?

[This just got better and better. She sat down with an almighty sigh. She remembered there'd been a day when Marco was out cold - dead cold - but this was more than a day, and just confused things even further.]

Re: later spam

[drdaytimetelly]

Yes, it is. [Not that he wanted to sound completely cold and uncaring, it just was how it was. He remembered seeing it on his phone, but it was only when he'd woken up from the nap that the time loss had registered. John sat down beside Sue and leaned forward, folding his hands.]

And I missed my birthday. [He glanced at her and gave a soft shrug.] And I think we're missing people.

Re: later spam

[systemfails]

Did you? When was it? And... are we? [She sighed and tossed the glasses - which was a very bad idea - in slight frustration onto the table,] I fucking give up. Who's missing?

[She wanted to get back into doing something, helping people, trying to do what she could, but there were only flashes of moments where she felt like that. In the immediate aftermath. Then it quickly descended into apathy.]

Re: later spam

[drdaytimetelly]

[John exhaled slowly.] Billy. I haven't heard from him since before....everything.

Re: later spam

[systemfails]

[There's a very long pause and she just shakes her head,] No... not... really? I was going ta... well, back when I planned on seeing if everyone was okay, I was goingta send...

No. I mean. If he got home, good, but...

I actually kinda liked the guy. [She buried her head in her hands,] Anyone else? Are we sure they're gone? Maybe they just donae want to be bothered, I mean... just fuck.