001 || Day 26 || Blog Post

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[The man on the other side of the screen has been trying to figure out what's going on for the last few hours, and he just found his place. The first thing he noticed was this, and against his better judgement and at a total loss for what to do, he's trying it. And he's getting pissed.]

hello?

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OH HI

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[OH HI. Coach doesn't know it's Zoey yet, but.]

Oh thank the lord someone else who can assure me Im not going crazy

[But he's learned to actually introduce himself first.]

Call me Coach

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yeah just did, but nobodys making much sense since I got here. tell me you're here to give me a non-cryptic description of what the hell is going on. because i was on a boat to new orleans and

[Wait.]

yeah?

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zoey? holy shit is that you girl? you guys here too? where the hell are you?

OH HEY also would you wanna do an action thread here? I'm lazy for logs today.

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well holy shit you're right across sidewalk

lets talk later, im on my way

[Action] cool!

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[COACH WASTES NO TIME.

Like a boss, he heads out the door and to the next one and knocks.]

[action forever probably]

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[If she did, Coach wouldn't have given a shit. He's the guy who's covered in dirt and sweat and blood (actually, still bleeding, he had realized) and generally looked like he had been in a zombie apocalypse.

So hey, Zoey, you're the first person that gets a genuine smile out of Coach today.]

Oh, thank you jesus.

[It'd probably be weird to give the girl he knew for all of a collective five minutes a hug, but she was going to get a firm pat on the shoulder nonetheless. With the clean arm, not the one he had been holding his injury with.]

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Zoey, I just went from a boat headin' for New Orleans to no idea where in the hell I was. What do you think?

[He squeezed her shoulder as a wider grin spread across his face, and he let go. But then his eyes followed hers.

Oh. Yeah. It was a dull ache now, and on top of everything else he had almost forgotten all about it. But now that he had actually found someone he knew, he could feel it again.]

Hunter got me in the side. It ain't nothin'.

[He tried to reassure her, anyway. He had been putting up with it in Virgil's boat, before here. Regardless he went for that couch she had offered.]

... but yeah, thanks, girl.

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[Coach didn't say much, but sat herself down with a groan. Okay, now he was really noticing it. The others had bandaged him up on the boat after their gas-retrieving adventure, and he had just been hoping he could put up with it when they got to New Orleans.]

God damn...

[But oh, hey, he heard that last part. Soda? Oh hell yes.]

Soda?

[He gave a tired chuckle.]

Ha HA... you got NO idea how long it's felt like since I had something like that!