IC CONTACT

[postscriptum]

<span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">TO:</span> first.last@compass.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">CC:</span> firstname.lastname@compass.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">BCC:</span> firstname.lastname@compass.net, firstname.lastname@compass.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">FROM:</span> firstname.lastname@compass.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">DATE/TIME:</span> Day Twelve, Night. 63:19PM <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">SUBJECT:</span> (no subject) <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">MESSAGE:</span> No message. <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">CONTACT:</span> first.last@compass.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">MESSAGE:</span> <span style="font-family:courier; color:#000000;">text</span>

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( wk 11 dy 3 ) am i seriously breaking in your ic inbox

[ambidexter]

you two holding up okay?

so it would seem

[postscriptum]

course we are
you been out to the speakeasy yet?

[ course we are is not entirely accurate, but it's close enough without covering all the facets ]

i'm embarrassing

[ambidexter]

not yet, no.
we've been hoarding back all the stuff we lost last week.
you and rory going?

W 11 D 3 (early early morning)

[expect]

CONTACT: rory.williams@compass.net
MESSAGE: how is life in the girls dorm

[postscriptum]

you did that on purpose
it's too early let me sleep

[expect]

Ive been awake for an hour

W12 D2

[expect]

CONTACT: rory.williams@compass.net
MESSAGE: Shall we go to the creepy carnival then

[postscriptum]

Yes, Mr Pond, I think we shall

[expect]

Rumour has it theres food and everything

( w13 ; d4. )

[thisisspartaaaaaaaan]

CONTACT: 117@compass.net
MESSAGE: Miss Pond, Master Chief. I'm an acquaintance of your husband. Should you need anything, contact me.

[postscriptum]

just amy is fine, then
do you always offer help to people you barely know?

[ it's — kind of sweet. ]

W13 D2

[expect]

CONTACT: rory.williams@compass.net
MESSAGE: Do you know how to make paper flowers ( after all, she was always making all sorts of crazy doctor-related stuff as a kid… )

[postscriptum]

yes
why?

( w14 ; day 1.)

[thisisspartaaaaaaaan]

CONTACT: 117@compass.net
MESSAGE: Location and status?

[postscriptum]

i've no bloody idea
somewhere really, really misty

week 15, day 2

[ex_galvanist88]

CONTACT: dr.whale@compass.net
MESSAGE: Sorry for trying to kill you

[there is no better way to put that.]

[postscriptum]

yeah, you bloody well should be

[ and she gets that he wasn't himself, but — some things are not as easily forgiven as trying to kiss her when he knows she's married. ]

( text; early week fifteen. )

[senca]

[ alec mulls over sending anything at all a good five minutes, but okay, he's maybe a little concerned. ]

Did you get back alright?

( text; early week fifteen. )

[postscriptum]

yeah
mostly in one piece, at least

[ it's sweet that you're concerned for her alec ]

you?

W15 D2

[expect]

CONTACT: rory.williams@compass.net
MESSAGE: Are you free

[postscriptum]

yeah, what's up

( w16 d01 )

[ambidexter]

from: raleigh.becket@compass.net
hello?

[postscriptum]

raleigh!? you okay?

W16 D2

[expect]

( the last day or so had gone by in a blur: the train crash at midnight, working through the morning, napping and then going back to work. rory hadn't ended up going to bed until the early hours of the next day — only a few hours ago — and when he does finally wake up, the sun on the far wall makes him suspect it's near noon.

he's not in a hurry to wake up. he was so tired he barely remembers collapsing into bed, and he can already feel the concerns and plans and thoughts from yesterday — earlier today — try to creep their way back into his mind, anders and the train and mirar and… no. he doesn't want to. but it's too late now, he's awake. he sighs grumpily and rolls onto his back. )

[postscriptum]

[ amy hasn't slept much more than rory had — a little more, yeah, because no one bothers waking her up when another medical emergency comes to the make-shift clinic, but she's still made a point to be out there and try to find survivors of the train wreck and bring them to the clinic herself. gotta stay busy, yeah?

so when rory moves and starts making noise, it wakes her and she's not particularly pleased with that fact. instead of protesting verbally ( too much effort ) she presses her face closer to rory's shoulder, following him and slinging a leg over his. no more moving, mister. ]