Hadriel IC Inbox

[lovernotafighter]

[Messages for Tucker? This is the place for them.]

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[evocation]

hey
you're not dead yet, right?

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[lovernotafighter]

last time i checked i wasn't but judging from who's hanging out here, it wouldn't matter if i was. people just come back.

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[uptightness]

Meeting. 2pm.

[A set of instructions. That he will need to walk to.

And yes, she is as sociable as ever.]

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[lovernotafighter]

[uuuuuuuuuugh. Meetings? Walking? Weren't they done with this mission briefing bullshit?]

can i just get the notes from wash after?

[He was going. Don't worry. But dammit, he was going push on boundaries in the meantime.]

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[braveoff]

Hey Tucker. My name's Drake, I know this is out of nowhere but I was hoping I could come by to talk sometime. Ephemera said you're from a little later in your timeline than Wash and I've got some questions about your world.

Whenever you're free. And same offer I gave to Carolina -- if there's anything you guys need here I've been around awhile, I might be able to help.

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[lovernotafighter]

[He blinked, looking at his phone curiously. Questions?]

sure, but there's a fee for answers: beer. i think i'm going to need it in a place like this.

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[epsilol]

[ Today has been the fucking worst.

Ever.

Of all time.

Trying to justify who he is, the identity he's taken on because the others needed him to be to Tex left him feeling like he had been rubbed raw. It sucks, it fucking sucks so much when all he wants is to forget that conversation for a while. Which is why he's knocking on Tucker's door with a bottle of whiskey from the house liquor stash in hand. ]

Dude, open up!

[lovernotafighter]

[Tucker was actually dressed in more than just his birthday suit, which meant wonders never ceased. Comfortable in some sweats and a t-shirt with some crude saying scrawled on it (My Pen Is Huge), he was reading the network when that pounding cut through the air. Who the fuck was bothering him?

Bare feet swung onto the cold floor and he walked towards the sound of -- Oh, Church's voice. Yeah, he knew that tone.

Chick shit.

His hand curled around the doorknob and pulled it open.] Dude, I'm not running Dating School toda--

[But the words died in his throat as he saw the booze, then Church's face and the expression hiding there. Fuck. Stepping aside, he let him in.]

For the whiskey, I'll make an exception. Come in.

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[uptightness]

[Oh, hello, how's it going.

Not.]

Do I look like a maid to you.

[Hint. The answer is no.

Double hint. She will not wear a maid outfit.]

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[lovernotafighter]

[Why hello there, Carolina. It is lovely weather we're having outside, isn't it?]

there's been a few dreams where you did. and the things you did with that feather duster mmmmmmmmmm

[You had to know that was coming.]

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[epsilol]

[ So it's been a week or so since Carolina verbally kicked his ass over the whole Having Feelings thing. And he knew that he needed to do something about it before she called him out a second time for being a chicken shit. Plus it's been weird as hell not hanging out with Tucker all the time, he missed his best friend. They hadn't talked about their whole thing since the Kitchen Incident.

So here he was, hovering outside Tucker's room trying to work up the courage to actually talk to him. Come on asshole, talk to him. No more running away.

Okay. Okay. Fuck it. Epsilon reached knocked on the door before Wash could turn up and give him an excuse to run off. There was a fifty-fifty chance that the door was closed because Tucker was naked but whatever, now or never. ]

[lovernotafighter]

[It had been more than just weird; it had been lonely. Having everyone back was great, but Epsilon as still so fucking distant. And sure, something had happened between them, but that didn't mean Epsilon had to be a brat and bail on him. Physical stuff didn't have to mean anything.

Clearly, it didn't to Epsilon because the fucker was avoiding Tucker like he had that rash again.

And it wasn't like Tucker didn't give him a million reasons to steer clear (though, he still stood by his innocence with Alpha), but it still bothered him. Fuck, they could still be friends, right? Right? Best friends like they used to be (but don't tell Caboose). Because if this was how it was going to be - lonely and awkward and weird painful in ways he just didn't understand - then fucking send him home right now. He was over it.

Hell, maybe that's what the knock was, someone telling him to go home, a god with a one-way ticket. Sighing a little, he got up from his bad (miraculously clothed, at that), and grabbed the knob.]

Yes, please, take me fuckin--

[But he saw Epsilon there, and he blinked. Well. Shit. It had been awhile since he arrived at his room.]

Um, hey.

[evocation]

hey jerk
jk actually you're the nicest of wash's squad so i have a question for you

[lovernotafighter]

you mean nicest looking, right?

shoot.

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[epsilol]

[ It felt like something had been building up all day, little irritations that had been accumulating from the moment they woke up. All the things that Epsilon liked about Tucker suddenly turn into the most fucking annoying shit in the universe. All those positive feelings had soured until just looking at Tucker pisses him off even more.

Being in close quarters with him was torture. In the end, it didn't really matter what the final trigger it. Maybe Tucker was tapping his feet or even breathing too loud. It wasn't anything significant but its enough for Church to throw a pillow at Tucker's head. ]

Will you fucking stop?!

whoops?

[lovernotafighter]

[Will you fucking stop?!

Stop what?! Tucker had been sitting on the couch, just sitting (and maybe bouncing his leg a little), but here Church was, barking orders like usual. Some things hadn't changed, even with a relationship apparently, and being a fucking dick had clearly been one of them.

The pillow didn't connect, because Church couldn't even aim a fucking pillow, and Tucker's eyes watched where it went wide.]

You don't like whatever-it-is I'm doing, you can go away. You never stayed where I was anyway, so why start now?

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[epsilol]

[ The moment the event ended, Epsilon woke up alone and it hit him like a ton of bricks. He broke up with Tucker. Or they broke up with each other? It had felt kind of mutual.

And here he was in a bed that was too big for one person and remembering the nasty shit they had said to each other. Fuck, Tucker got pretty brutal with his mic drop exit. Still blinking sleep from his eyes, Epsilon reached for his phone and called Tucker. His voice on the message was still fuzzy with sleep, the bleariness that usually took a cup or three of coffee to truly banish. ]

Hey, asshole. It's your biggest fucking mistake. You coming back soon or what?

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[lovernotafighter]

[Yeah, so that was a thing that happened. Tucker opened his eyes wearily and stared at the nearest wall, the crushing weight of what had played out just settling over him. Fuck. What the hell was that?

What the hell had they done?

Fuck, he needed to go home. Apologi-

His phone buzzed with a message, and as he listened, he smiled a little. Well, that was a "Let's just forget this ever happened" if he ever heard one. So much for apologizing.

Gathering his things, he packed up while sending a message back.]

you sure you want this whiny baby back?

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[uptightness]

Do you like parties?

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[lovernotafighter]

does grif hide swiss rolls in his helmet?

fuck yea i like parties

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[requiemshark]

[ Things have gotten better the past couple days, for which Ephemera is stupidly thankful. Drake is back on his feet. Stampede's quieted down. Shit's getting back to normal, which is fucked by anyone's standards because it's Hadriel, but it's something. Ephemera feels a bit more like a person now, after everything, and he's gone back to sketching.

He's got the sketchbook tucked under his arm at the moment, helmet in his other hand. Like fuck is he walking around without armor now. He bangs on the door, hard. ]

Yo, Tucker! Wake your ass up!

[ Maine better not be staying here. ]

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[lovernotafighter]

[Anyone would be stupid not to be draped in the armor when outside their homes, especially after the stampede. Especially with the recent acquisitions to the city.

But after seeing Wash in blood, Tucker practically wanted to sleep in it. Except that Epsilon had this way of talking him out of each piece...

Nevermind. Nope. Not talking about that at all.

Tucker came down with - gasp - actual clothes on. He had been sleeping, but enough bitching around Blue Haus got him to at least leave his bedroom with something on, however easy and civilian it was (t-shirt and pants and bare feet). Rubbing the sleep from his brown eyes with one hand, he opened the door with his other and blinked.

Okay. This wasn't what he planned on waking up to.]

Look, I don't know how Epsilon's gonna feel about a threesome, but I guess I can ask him.

[You missed this idiot, didn't you?]

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[hardwearing]

Maine is here.

Maine, not the Meta. Our friend. Meaning not a threat. He's getting his own place, I think, but you guys should know before you run into him. Should I message Epsilon myself or can you tell him?

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[lovernotafighter]

[There's a long moment where Tucker just stared at his phone, blinking slowly. Maine. Maine... Oh, the Meta. But not the Meta?

Yeah, fuck that.]

oh is THAT all!? seriously wash? SERIOUSLY?!

[Pardon him if he's not on board.]

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[uptightness]

Be ready this evening.
And by that I mean fully dressed when I knock on the door.

[No explanations... Yet.]

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[lovernotafighter]

usually being ready when someone in blue knocks on my door means being undressed