[The feed slowly flickers to life to show Holiday in her room. There had been two papers delivered to her house that morning, so it made sense that she would eventually get a look at it
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[Six has finally read the paper and knows what happened. He probably didn't know the kid as well as he should've, but he'd liked Xavier and was sad to see that he wasn't coming back. He's also seen your post, Holiday, so he decides to check on you.]
[Her head pops up at the sudden sound and hearing Six's voice. She should tell him... but he probably already knows, anyway. And she's having a hard time to stop crying right now and she's not sure if she wants him to see her this broken up or not.]
I'm fine.
[Finally, something chocked out, albeit quietly, but she knows you heard. She's still not sure if she wants you to come in or not. Either way, she's already trying to wipe her eyes clear...]
[Drift has decided that text is his new favorite way of communicating if he's not sure the other person wants to talk to him. This way...the message is there but with less pressure to respond.]
[He has no idea what it's about, but he recognizes the body language he saw in the feed. And if this is about Six? He may take care of it himself. Oh, he could find a way to kill the human with gummi bears, if he needs to. ]
[Text] /no fancy font, but I need to do that one of these daysdoc_holiOctober 23 2011, 02:11:49 UTC
[She hears the little alarm go off to tell her she has a message. After debating for a minute or two. Finally, she does take a look, seeing that the message is from Drift.]
[... Why would he send- Oh, no. Did this stupid thing go on record again? She hates this city!]
[After a groan, she decides to respond, but hesitates on video and switches to voice... then switches again back to text. Much easier to lie this way.]
[Text] It's <*tt*> <*/tt*> (take out the asterisks)roninknightOctober 23 2011, 02:16:18 UTC
[She will have to get on line behind Drift if she wants to hate on the City and its continual invasions of privacy. He wouldn't mind the company on line, though.]
[Text] PSH, THANKSdoc_holiOctober 23 2011, 02:19:58 UTC
[So it was a video. Terrific. Now, you have to say something if he's accusing Six.]
Not Six. A friend went to sleep.
I'm fine.
[Thankfully, she's too worked up to ask why he would even think it's Six. She just wants him to believe she's alright and stop worrying... like everyone.]
[He's currently downstairs. Since getting up, he's gotten dressed and gone about some of his usual morning activities, trying to use those to push aside his own feelings of disappointment and loss.]
[Voice to Action]naniteknightOctober 23 2011, 02:56:00 UTC
'Kay. I'll be up in a minute.
[Finishing off the soda he was drinking while sitting in the kitchen, a few newspapers old and new scattered on the table, he bends away the can and heads upstairs.]
[He knocks quietly on the door before cracking it open and peering in.]
[This, she didn't expect. She feels a little guilty having seen it, since it clearly wasn't a transmission meant to be made public, so she doesn't speak up. Instead she changes into her street clothes, puts on her jacket and shoes, and sets off for the Northern District. She knows she just visited not that long ago, but there's no set schedule when a friend is needed. They just are. She brings the pack of tarot cards with her. At the very least she can give Holiday a proper reading. Maybe that'll help cheer her up. So she heads to the house, knocks, and waits.]
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[He knocks on your door.] Holiday?
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I'm fine.
[Finally, something chocked out, albeit quietly, but she knows you heard. She's still not sure if she wants you to come in or not. Either way, she's already trying to wipe her eyes clear...]
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[Finally he takes a deep breath and cautiously enters.]
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I'll be fine.
[Changing her answer.]
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[He has no idea what it's about, but he recognizes the body language he saw in the feed. And if this is about Six? He may take care of it himself. Oh, he could find a way to kill the human with gummi bears, if he needs to. ]
Doctor. Here if you want to talk.
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[... Why would he send- Oh, no. Did this stupid thing go on record again? She hates this city!]
[After a groan, she decides to respond, but hesitates on video and switches to voice... then switches again back to text. Much easier to lie this way.]
I'm fine.
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Don't look fine.
[And he sends. And pauses. And then adds.]
Is it Six?
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Not Six. A friend went to sleep.
I'm fine.
[Thankfully, she's too worked up to ask why he would even think it's Six. She just wants him to believe she's alright and stop worrying... like everyone.]
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[He's currently downstairs. Since getting up, he's gotten dressed and gone about some of his usual morning activities, trying to use those to push aside his own feelings of disappointment and loss.]
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[But after a minute, she does reply.]
That's alright. If you want.
[She finds herself not really caring. Besides, he's been here for so long. He must know how she- Right. Starscream. He does know.]
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[Finishing off the soda he was drinking while sitting in the kitchen, a few newspapers old and new scattered on the table, he bends away the can and heads upstairs.]
[He knocks quietly on the door before cracking it open and peering in.]
Hey, Doc.
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Hey.
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I'm fine. It's alright.
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Miss Raye. I assume you saw the video?
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Is it all right if I see her?
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[He motions for her to come inside. No sense in having her sit out there.]
Please make yourself comfortable.
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