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

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

[ 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!

JAILBREAK

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

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

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.

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.

[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.]

[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?

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...

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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?]

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?

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.

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

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

TJ.

Where is your job?

┌(;￣◇￣)┘ 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.

voice, 28th, noon

[ action - 28th ]

text. after amal texts, before pony log.

24th, during Pancha Ganapati, voice

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

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25th, ass early in the morning, voice