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[arollingstone]

WASSSSUPPPPPPPP!!!

beep!

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voice, 28th, noon

[polariity]

Don't look on the network, moirail'th orderth.

[Psii's voice is tight, barely under control.]

voice; 28th; around 1PM

[arollingstone]

[It had been a whirlwind of activity and stress in the literal moments after TJ first listened to the message, and it's an hour before he can respond.]

Too late, man. [Though he sounds remarkably unconcerned, weirdly enough.] Saw it.

[ action - 28th ]

[slapdash]

[ Kirk is just going to come barreling into the shop, TJ. Don't mind him if it's obvious he ran here from wherever he had been, breathing hard and yelling out, looking around for him, ]

TJ?! HEY!

[arollingstone]

[Oh Christ. TJ drew a hand down his face, letting the new tension roll off him.]

Dude! Dude, it's cool, I'm fine! [Without pausing to let Kirk respond.] I saw it.

[For added 'I'm fine!' emphasis, he felt over his chest with a strained grin. See? All here.]

text. after amal texts, before pony log.

[unmakes]

JAILBREAK

i made him an offer he can't refuse
(i hope you heard that in the accent)

you + me + pony + booze, you in??

[arollingstone]

[Oh god a text. TJ so rarely got them, and he couldn't help staring in confusion for a few beats before actually going to answer.]

that is some math i actualy like

how did you get amal to agree?

24th, during Pancha Ganapati, voice

[polariity]

TJ. TJ pick up. TJ I need your booze. Thollux ith making quethtionable romantic choiceth and ith hatedating a clown.

I want to be really drunk right now if I am going to latht through the party.

[not here]

[arollingstone]

[TJ got the message and he is ON IT.]

25th, *ass early* in the morning, voice

[polariity]

TJ! Thtop thpooning Amal or get your head out from hith ath or whatever.

Foodland ith back. I'm going to thcout it out and make thure it doethn't have any trapth, but I figure you thould know before everyone elthe ith out and about and realizeth what'sth up!

...Altho I have thomething really really important for you.

[arollingstone]

[Excuse you, dearest friend of his heart, but it's Amal spooning him. Like, really aggressively. He's boiling. Help him. It's all he can do to reach one shaking hand over to crap his phone.]

Shit... f'real? [Foodland was back? He should probably investigate that, but his legs were currently entangled in boyfriend spaghetti.] Be careful, man. You know what happened last time.

You want me to meet you there? [It was the holiday, but Amal would be sleeping for another three to five hours at least, and he needed to collect Psii for the final day of Pancha Ganapati anyway.]

1-20 / Voice

[polariity]

[Ring ring ring!]

[TJ, it's a phone call on this fine (okay no positively shitty) morning! You should probably answer it. But regardless if you do or just let voicemail handle that sucker- ]

[Psii's voice comes out in a high panic, laced with fear.]

I don't remember writing thith, TJ I don't remember writing thith, I can't have- TJ I can't have written thith but it'sth mine, TJ I can't- I can't do thith, TJ, pleathe- I don't know what'sth real or not, I don't-

[The erratic lisping ramble is broken by a sharp sob, a fractured intake of wet breath. Even over the phone, there can't be any doubt that he's crying.]

I don't remember writing thith...

[Hopefully TJ has picked up the phone by now.]

[arollingstone]

[Seeing Psii call him, after the strange dreams he'd had, gave TJ nervous pause. Did something go wrong? How long had he been sleeping? It twisted up his gut and made him uncertain of what to expect.

Upon hearing Psii's voice, he was surprised at how unsurprised he was. Anxious, TJ listened to try and pick up words in the lispy, too-fast rush of words.]

Psii? Dude, bro, you gotta slow down, what don't you remember writing? [Already, TJ was on his way. He'd woken up on the sidewalk, which boded very ill to begin with, but it also meant he wasn't far from Psii's place at all. After all, before unceremoniously falling asleep, that's where he'd been coming from.]

1-31 / Voice

[polariity]

[The message comes around the end of the day, when daylight is getting scarce and everyone smart enough has managed to find shelter.]

Hey, uh, TJ, I... Thomething... Thomething big happened. Or, I mean, I learned thomething.

Call me back whenever, it'sth... not important, I have a lot I need to do, alright? People have thowed up... Other trollth. I'll be buthy, nevermind that I called anyway, alright?

[arollingstone]

[After everything at Foodland, TJ was exhausted, even this early in the evening. Yosuke was conked out in he and Amal's bedroom, Amal was working overtime at the clinic, and he was in silence.

It unnerved him a little. The call from Psii came as a blessing, even if he'd missed it by a half hour or so. Dialing him back, he slumped down on the couch and waited for Psii to pick up.]

Hey. [A beat.] So today's been a trip, huh?

voice; March 9th

[finasbeloved]

Sir TJ. There has been some troubling news being brought to my attention.

Please get back to me when you have a moment to spare...

[arollingstone]

[It's a day later and absurdly early in the morning, but nevertheless TJ does get back to him.]

'Sup?

March 18th, voice

[polariity]

[The call comes not too long after that godawful fucking screech- TJ might be busy still recovering from that hot mess to notice his phone buzzing before it clicks to voicemail.]

[It should not be surprising that it's Psii. What might be worrying, however, is the rushed tone to his lisping voice that makes it all the harder to parse him.]

[Time is of the essence. There's no time to slow down.]

I know we both agreed that we're both fuck upth and that meanth we're perfect for each other, but I jutht wanted to let you know that you've never been a fuck up to me. Meeting you wath one of the betht fucking thingth in my life- thure ath hell one of the betht fucking thingth I've had happen to me while here, that'sh for goddamn thure.

You've fucking held me up here, and I'd probably be a huge bitch messh without you. You're funny, you're determined and rethourceful, and you're actually really fucking thmart even though you obviouthly don't think you are.

And I jutht- [A strangled sort of noise that, if TJ listens closely, is clearly him trying to swallow back tears.]

I wanted to let you know I love you. Pale ath your weird ath fuck human moon for you, athole.

Wanted to tell you in cathe I don't get to again.

[And he hangs up.]

1/?

[arollingstone]

[Expect your phone to be ringing off the hook for the next hour, Psii. Every time it rolls to voicemail, TJ hangs up and simply tries again.]

March 18th | voice

[acclimatize]

[ When it occurs to John that there won't be a big chance of him getting back up topside, he knows he needs to send a message to one other person. Voice message since typing would take to long.

His voice is low but can be heard clearly through the phone. ]

TJ, this is John. I am down below in the Facility and... I--there's a good chance I won't make it back alive. There's a group down here. Small one. I think they've caught on and they're hunting us down. I've tried to get what I can back up to Sherlock but...

If I die here... I don't know how I will come back or if I will at all.

I know I shouldn't be asking you this but you've known him since he first came here and--I need you to keep an eye on him for me. Please. I know it's asking a lot but if I can't be there, I want someone else to try in my stead.

[ He swallows hard, reaching up to rub at his face, trying to keep his breathing calm. He doesn't want to do this to TJ but he doesn't want Sherlock to be alone. ]

Just... make sure he isn't too big of an idiot while I'm gone.

[ It almost sounds like a laugh but he's got tears in his eyes. He doesn't know what else to say. If he even can say it. So he hangs up and rubs at his eyes, hoping his message will get through. ]

[arollingstone]

[In his flurry to get in touch with Psii, TJ misses the call completely. Event he message itself he doesn't think to check until late that evening.

When he does, it's with a clench in his chest. Suddenly, Psii's disappearance made all the more sense, but that illumination didn't make TJ feel any better about it. Hands clenched tight, he thought to the men next door... well, the man, now.

But John would be back. He'd have to be back. Just like Psii would be.

They had to be.]

March 18th

[theraccoon]

[In the middle of all the horrible calls TJ is getting from everyone else, Chandra sends him a selfie of herself with a very Not Amused Frank.

At least she looks like she is having fun for the time being?]

[arollingstone]

[At least.

Girl, you worry him.]

March 28th (text)

[acclimatize]

Sherlock says to stop selling any of the venison until we know it's okay.

Who did you get it from? Do you have a list of everyone who got it?

March 29th

[arollingstone]

[You sent a text, John, surely you didn't expect him to get right back to you.]

sory just saw this
i dont exactly keep records man
the meat was from this guy lone but he's traded shit before and its been fine

Voice; Wow I wonder when this is

[polariity]

I'm coming over tho that if Lautrec cometh over later, I can fling him into the fucking ocean and hope hith thtupid armor weighth him down until he drownth.

[arollingstone]

[No response, it looks like TJ's phone is still hanging out on his bed where he threw it when Lautrec knocked...

]

a couple of hours after malvo's anon blame-slinging

[unmakes]

heyyyy
it's sally


i just wanted to say hi
check on you i guess
make sure nobody's giving you too much shit for this stupid mess
because it's not like you'd actually do that

[arollingstone]

[The text startles him, and it's a few minutes before TJ replies. Though admittedly, that was a faster turn around than TJ usually managed. Being glued to your phone did that to a guy.]

truth is i don't know what i did or didn't do at this point
shit's rattling around my brain like a tin can

march 26th | text

[matto]

Hey, I heard you were a good person to ask if there was something I needed to find.

[arollingstone]

well thats not wrong!
how can I help yuo?

voice.

[barebacking]

TJ.

Where is your job?

voice.

[arollingstone]

[Well he wouldn't forget that voice for as long as he lived.]

Um... my job? What are you talkin' about? [Then it twigged.] Oh, uh. You mean TSO?

[april 4 or 5]

[text2speech]

┌(;￣◇￣)┘ Hey, TJ, I heard about what happened to TSO. Are you guys doing okay?

[They're not really close, but Cooper likes TJ (and Amal), and he sort of considers TSO to be an important place. He didn't make it down there to help out and there's probably only so much a concerned text can really do, but it's all he's got to offer, so.]

(=°ω°)ﾉ You don't have to text back if you'd rather talk.

text; april 6th

[arollingstone]

[TJ got the text early on the 5th, but didn't find the strength to actually answer it until evening the next day. Amal was working late, he was high as a kite, and it was only with sufficient THC flowing through him that felt the urge to communicate with the outside world.]

nah Is hould practise this
things could be better man I wont lie.