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[The video's being taken from outside, and the only thing on the screen is... well, dirt. The word 'TRAVIS' has been scrawled with some kind of implement, alongside a really really horribly doodled cat.]

Hey, Newt. I dunno if you've already figured this out, but you've gotta see this. I've been out here for about half an hour, right? [The shakycam shifts a little, focusing in on 'TRAVIS'.] Watch.

[The words haven't been touched, and there's no hint of any wind or other outside disturbance, but the name (and the masterpiece of a cat) disappear in mere moments.]

I don't have paper or anything, so I can't test it out on that, but this is nuts, right?!

[ 194 minutes after this. ]

Have you yet apologized to that poor girl?

Excuse me, Dr Geiszler?

This might seem like a random out of the blue request, but if and when you have a moment, would I be able to pick your brains? O-only I was told you are a very intelligent scientist and I could do with all the help I can get.

[Travis' voice is harried, and there's a bit of rustling as the man's cheek brushes against the speaker. It's clear that he's not standing still, in any case.]

Newt! Fucking hell, Newt, pick up-- the apartments all came down!!

You are one of the people that assisted me during that .... whole incident, are you not?

[And a young female vampire's voice can be heard as she calls him up.]

Newt-san...? Is it all right if I talk with you?

Did the two of you change houses? I have something we need to discuss in person and I can't find you.

[ Miss Kuran's left, and for some reason Mr. West something something, and so Hermann sits again in the chair he's pulled up to Newton's bed.

Not talking. ]

Edited 2014-03-25 04:42 (UTC)

[ Hermann knows better than to go toward an explosion. Curiosity aside, once certain it was not about to directly affect (endanger) them, with Newton at the window, Hermann opted to wait and learn.

It had woken him, just as it had Newton, with Newton jerking against him and loosening their hands. Though Newton for once heeded reason and stayed inside, he proved too antsy, too excitable from the blast to cede to the needed change of bandaging, waving off Hermann every time he suggested it. Mr. Touchdown, and his announcement then took precedence.

In the awful mood after, Hermann figuratively wrung his hands, needing to do but having nothing of use to contribute.

Until Newton finally cedes.

He sits him down on the closed toilet, and rolls his eyes at Newton's shirt. He would resist treatment, then insist on struggling with a button-up for his style -- not that, really, Hermann would have done differently, though him for the sake of professionalism. ]

Let me.

[ It is not a suggestion. His voice is gruff, oddly perhaps, before he starts to unbutton Newton's shirt, his fingers brisk and methodical. ]

[ ONE SECOND AFTER THIS. ]

Newton!

Hey, Newt-kun? You're a scientist! You're always working away at something! Uh, I have a question for you. It's going to sound strange! Haha.

[Honestly, the idea that he'd left Haven at all, completely against his will as well as his awareness, is almost more terrifying than it is hopeful. On the one hand, he can definitely leave; on the other... he can't really put into words what those doubts are, or why he's got them. Haven's terrible, isn't it? He should want, and DOES want, to leave, more than anything, doesn't he?

Doesn't he...?

Once the bullshit involved with waking up in the world's worst roommate situation is over, the next step's painfully clear: Newt. If Newt is still here at all, that is. He escapes to somewhere not occupied by a long-lost sibling, or a friend who won't speak to him proper, scrolls through the roll of faces on the phone, and taps Newt's face.

How do you greet somebody after disappearing for a few months, anyway? He presses his lips together, more nervous than he feels is warranted for speaking to Newt (NEWT, for god's sake) and waits.]

[ Sebastian found something rather interesting on the other side of Haven, and while the note is the most interesting part, he's not foolish enough to think the hand itself is worth discarding completely. Though that said, he doesn't have the knowledge or the tools to look into what it is further, so he's taking it to someone more competent. He only knows of one person who he would call a scientist, so—

There's a light knock at housing block 29! It's loud enough that anyone should hear, but certainly not urgent. ]

[it took a minute-- since he was looking for people with technology expertise. And... well. the random things strewn about the complex just sort of implied that Newt might be technology savvy.

This was awkward given he'd never actually talked to him before.]

Uh-- hey, you got a second?

[Nobody's going to pick up the phone this time-- he'd almost certainly have heard from Hermann if that were the case-- but Travis calls anyway, staying on the line and silent for a few moments before he speaks.]

Asked your better half what day it was today. I don't really trust myself to keep it straight, but he's the math whiz, so I figured he'd always sorta have that information on hand, right?

[He clears his throat.]

So... [quietly:] So, I guess today's my birthday. I'm 31.

I wasn't counting down to it or anything. It was just starting to piss me off that I was losing track of time and I wanted to know the date, period, but-- yeah. It's been almost a year anyway, so even if Hermann's math is wrong [which he sincerely doubts, come on, it's hermann] I woulda passed my birthday at some point, right?

I didn't tell anybody it was today. It's not like we're gonna have cake and presents. Shit, I wouldn't have done that if I wasn't in Haven, either.

Goin' off and disappearing right before your best friend's birthday is one hell of a dick move, though, Newt. [there's hardly a trace of annoyance in his voice, however.] I had to force Hermann to eat the day you poofed, y'know? Don't want you coming back to see he's gone skeletal or something.

You owe me big. [Travis laughs, weakly.] When you're here again, you're finding me a drink.

C'mon. Hurry it up already.

[click.]

Edited (YOURE WELCOME 8') also i had too many 'already's in there) 2014-08-10 09:57 (UTC)

[ Though Rose is unsure of how she'd gotten to house one after waking up, she's here now. Somewhere, she thinks, she stumbled into hers and Newt's room and made a beeline for the window. Why? The window, the window is about the only thing that she can seem to focus on. There's still a certain sort of grogginess and mental disarray from too much time unconscious. Being nearly asphyxiated by plants probably didn't help matters either.

It's practically painful to breathe; her mind seems centered on that ( and the window ) instead of the dull ache in her wrist. That, however, is quickly charging to the forefront of her mind. Why did it hurt so much again? Ah, that's right, the little girl. It was something to do with her, wasn't it? What a bitch, she mentally scoffs as her good hand raises up to gingerly press against the discoloration forming around her neck. Her other arm lifts up to reach for the windowsill - why the window, she keeps asking herself - only to see that where her hand should be is a bloody, jagged stump. For a eerily silent moment, she just stares at with an odd impassiveness.

Oh.

The realization hits her like a sledgehammer as pain flares through her arm and racks her body. Her legs buckle and she falls forward harshly; her good hand drops from her neck to slam down onto the windowsill and catch herself before she completely collapses. Everything becomes a dizzy mess again. She screeches from the pain, begins to hyperventilate loudly. There's a great cacophony of thoughts all at once as tears well up in her eyes - they cut off my hand, oh god it hurts, I deserve this, I think I'm gonna' be si -

A wave of nausea overtakes any other thought processes and a horrible retching sound fills the air as she leans out the window. Ah. Yes. That's why she needed to get to the window. It all makes sense now. She only wishes everything else did. The woman shakes like a leaf; her sobs are deep and loud and absolutely heart-wrenching. What have I done? Why didn't I just listen? crosses her mind more than once.

Eventually her crying slows and the worry of vomiting again passes. She slumps against the window frame before flipping pathetically onto her back to lean against the wall. There's still a harsh shake to her body, still tears rolling down her face as she grasps her wrist with a grimace.

But she feels... better. Everything is coming into focus and there's more clarity now that she's worked through the initial shock and pain. There's also, she can now see, Newt.

- Shit. Had he been here the whole time? ]

H-hey. [ Her voice cracks and the word followed by a long sniffle but it's... better than nothing. ] What's, uh. Wh-what's up?

[ message start and -- a moment of uneasy silence before he just goes at it. sounding incredibly stiff and serious: ]

Good evening. My name is Noriaki Kakyoin. I've been told that you've got some experience dealing with chemicals and the like. If so -- I'd like to request a few minutes of your time to discuss something.

(after this)

Newt. Pick up. I, uh...

[Wade's voice breaks. Shit. He clears his throat, hoping that he doesn't sound as frantic to Newt as he thinks he does, but of course that's not the case. He sounds worn and frayed, like an article of clothing that's been through some serious wear and tear, with only a few threads keeping the whole thing together. Which, when you really think about it, is an accurate description of how Wade feels right now.]

I didn't know who else to call. Listen, this is really important. I don't know where you are, but I'm back at Housing 1. We need to talk. Seriously.

[...]

C'mon, you fuckin' nerd. I know you're there. Pick up. Please.

Edited 2015-03-11 00:55 (UTC)

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