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[opticular]

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069 – 8124

Voice — Text — Action

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

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349 - 5898

[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?

678 – 9829

[valle]

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

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.

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.

477 - 6790

[carmesi]

hello how are you

( ok wanda )

around december.

[carcajous]

You still at that junkyard?

early december

[thetruefocus]

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

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?

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.]

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.