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[opticular]

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"This is Scott Summers. Leave a message after the tone."

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[frostfist]

[ Sometimes your bike breaks down and a friend passes along a name of a trustworthy guy but you're too busy chasing your mannequin all the way across town to actually do anything with said recommendation.

Which is to say, two weeks after he actually means to, Wriothesley finally gets around to firing off a text message. ]

Is this Scott Summers?

[opticular]

[ The random text doesn't really surprise Scott one bit, since he has given his number to a couple of other fluxdrifts he has met here. So, it doesn't take a few minutes before Wriothesley receives a reply. ]

This is him. Can I help you?

[frostfist]

I got your name from a friend of mine.
Her name's Lucina.
My motorcycle broke down awhile ago and she suggested you as someone who might be able to take a look at it.

678 – 9829

[valle]

I told him. You don't have to worry about it anymore.

[opticular]

[ The reply comes after almost 36 hours. And it's a very brief: ]

Good.

[ Normally, Scott's replies come within a minute of receiving the text. But, in this state he's in, there are days where he'll (either accidentally or intentionally) leave his phone in his unit. ]

[valle]

( It's the amount of time it takes him to respond that concerns her. She doesn't know him very well, but he seems like the type that texts back quickly.

Doesn't hurt to ask. )

Everything okay?
You didn't catch any flack because of me, did you?

text

[thetruefocus]

Scott, I'm checking in. It's fine if you ignore me, but if you could let one of us know that you aren't drowning in a pool of liquor, we would appreciate it.

[opticular]

[ The reply comes after 7 hours. ]

I'm fine.

[ He's, in fact, drowning in a pool of liquor. ]

[thetruefocus]

Have you been eating? Can I bring you food?

5791-081; text;

[sodark]

[done crying--

you good??--

we need to talk--

How is this the hard part?]

it's cable.

thought i should check in.

[opticular]

[ The reply comes after 2 hours, sorry Cable. ]

I'm fine. Thanks.

Sorry for that night, by the way.

[sodark]

you could make it up to me by meeting me for a drink and not throwing up on me.

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[carmesi]

hello how are you

( ok wanda )

[opticular]

[ Fortunately for Wanda he's quicker to reply now than he did a month ago. Still a bit surprising to hear from her, though, after their encounter in the Fringes. ]

I'm good, all things considered.

You?

[carmesi]

just checking to see if i'm still in '' i'm disappointed in you '' territory or in warmer territory now

( she knows what she did, and is doing, currently. )

around december.

[carcajous]

You still at that junkyard?

[opticular]

[ Well, there's a surprise. ]

I am. Why?

early december

[thetruefocus]

Scott, there's something I think we should talk about, when you have a moment.

[opticular]

Of course, Professor. What is it?

Do you want to talk in person or through a call?

Left outside his door on Christmas morning

[mississippis]

[ Left outside his door on Christmas morning. She's been doing a lot of knitting when it gets slow while working overnight shifts in the diner. She's managed to get her hands on some green, shiny paper to wrap a hand knitted, whimsical holder for his ruby quartz glasses.

It comes with a box of homemade Christmas cookies.

Attached is a brief note: ]

Merry Christmas!

-Rogue

P.S.: it's to put your glasses on.

[ The last is hastily tacked on like it occurred to her he's not going to have any idea what it is. ]

During the blackout

[thetruefocus]

[ A polite knock on his head, although a bit fast before he speaks.]

Scott, are you alright?

[opticular]

I am, Professor. Have you checked on the others?

[ Because, yes. His phone's not working. ]

tiny bit backdated to earlier in april

[primepool]

[So in the middle of everything else he'd been doing (mostly trying to wipe himself off the planet like a particularly clingy cockroach), this was the part he was looking forward to the least. For one, it's not like he and Cycs are buddy-buddy in any concept of the word, but also --

He's not particularly looking forward to being vulnerable in front of anyone, let alone. Nate's dad.

God, this is fucking weird. And he doesn't want to do it. In fact, he puts it off for way too long. He had to go through his own... shit. Needed Logan to claw some sense back into him. Blow up a few discoteques. Cry on some concrete. You know, grieving things.

Just feels like the least Nate would want is his dad to know. And not through a text.

Though he starts with one. He's already had enough practice keeping it together, but. The less, the better.]

can you meet me at the comm centre? it's serious. no, i'm not fucking with you. and don't ask how i got your number, that part isn't important.

[Either Scott'll show or he won't (and Wade will have to go find him), but either way, right now there's a maskless Wade wrapped up in a wool sweater, sitting on the community centre's couch, head in his hands. As fucked up as his skin already is, it looks particularly angry and red over his face now. Just like his eyes.

Look. He hasn't been good for a while. But maybe this'll be the one guy who'll get it.]

[opticular]

[ For a good few seconds, Scott just stares at this random text. Squints at it even. Because who the fuck is this?

Sorry, Wade, but first things first - ]

Who the hell is this?

voicemail.

[carcajous]

[ Logan leaves a voicemail because he's an old man and he calls people. ]

Hey, it's me. Need your help. Come to the Yard.