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[demonologyandheartache]

There is a pause and then static before the 19 year old spoke. "It's Simon. I need to talk to you. But I can't tell you why over the phone. I'll see you soon okay?" The message was followed by a click of the phone hanging up.

[11calls]

If you don't think Alex doesn't immediately try and call that number, then well, you don't know Alex. (Even if she did blink a bit when she first got the call and remembered how Simon said he was worried about frightening her the last time that she'd actually spoken to him.)

After dialing the number, she's just holding onto her breath to see if this time he can answer. Or will answer.

The morning after;

[deploy]

One bottle of wine, half a black and white horror movie, and a lot of sex later, John wakes up after the first few hours of sleep he's had in over a week next to a beautiful woman.

John coils a strand of Alex's dark, curly hair around one of his fingers, watching her face as she sleeps. She looks good in his bed. Felt good, too. When they were kissing, touching, fucking, there were moments he lost himself in Alex, entirely focused on giving her pleasure. Not all the way. John couldn't disappear completely, but close enough.

He lets go of her hair, pulls the blanket up higher over her naked shoulder. It's a small bed, but she's a small woman, and John's no Arnold Schwarzenegger. Together, they just fit. Better than he did with...

John rubs his face, looks at the clock. The sun will be rising soon. John doesn't know if Alex has work, but he does. They can grab coffee together on the way out, if she isn't sick of him already. John doesn't know if he wants her to be or not.

All he knows is he doesn't want, or need, anything more than this.

That's what he's telling himself, anyway.

[11calls]

Alex doesn't normally do the sleepover thing. Hell, Alex doesn't normally do the sleep thing, and when she does it's lightly. She made a soft sound as he played with her hair, but when he covered her over, Alex groaned softly and blinked before coming awake quickly. That was the good (or shitty) thing about her sleeping patterns: she could go from out like a light to completely away in a snap.

Without looking away from him, Alex reflexively reached behind her to grab her glasses and to slide them over her nose. There, the world looked better when it was more than just a bit of fuzziness in front of her. Her hand moved to cup his cheek, stroking along his jaw for a second before she just said, "morning."

Alex was good about knowing when people weren't being themselves, and this was one of those moments, there was a deep frown on her face her eyes peering intently into his own. "Are you okay, John?"

After Rey

[nobasisinfact]

[Rey had hit a nerve. Not exactly a 'nail on the head' nerve, because she hadn't. It was her persistently annoying and childish insistence that she understood what was going on that bothered him, and the fact that he had to wonder how much she did know. How much Alex had told her. How much she hadn't told him.

Hadn't they just had this argument, and she had done it all over again, to the annoyance of his being harassed over this stupid friendr. He knew the stupid thing was a bad idea. He was right, of course. He was always right. Even if there had been more interesting or good about it, he would never admit that. Especially with how angry he was. Again.

He made his way over to where she was in the house and crossed his arms at her. Glaring as if she'd just tried to force private information into the podcast without his permission. Again. Then again, this was practically the same thing.]

Just how much did you tell that woman about me.

[The words 'that woman' was practically spit out like venom from a cobra.]

[11calls]

[All and all, Alex had been feeling rather amused with the comments that she'd been getting on her friendr, and she'd been about to go into his office and show him when he came into the room. The smile that accompanied his entrance just shifted into a look of complete confusion for a moment, because as far as she knew, she hadn't done anything wrong.

She hadn't talked about him beyond anything other than saying that she loved him and had wanted him for three years. Which honestly wasn't exactly a surprise to anyone who had read the joke of her calling herself Richard Strand sexual on the app. Which he'd definitely known about, because she'd shown it to him months ago in an effort to make him laugh while he was sick.

But she knew that look, and it was the sort of one that came with the familiar sensation of armor sliding on, because this wasn't a fight that would segway into banter, no this was a fight like the other one had been, and she wasn't at all prepared for it. Not in the slightest, so her armor was clumsy and hastily applied as she just watched him confusedly.]

Who? What? What are you talking about?

1/?

[bardish]

Hi!! quick question

[bardish]

wait sorry I shouldn't just launch in with a question like that!

How are you, Alex?? :)

[bardish]

WAIT SORRY i know you prefer voicemail to text!!

4/4; VOICE

[bardish]

[ FORGIVE HIM, ALEX, HE'S FLUSTERED. ]

Heeey, so... Did you and Richard ever hate each other? Before you started to like each other?

Text.

[madeupnames]

[Peter figures it's good to start asking for opinions about... something in particular. That something is about home — and Alex seems like someone who would give a balanced, fair answer about these sorts of things, and he's gotten a little closer with all these offers of dinner and an ear to listen. So he sucks in a breath, lets it out, and considers how to do this. He doesn't wanna worry her.

Ah, he's got an idea.]

Miss Alex, could I take a min of your time?
Promise it'll be quick if your busy 👌

Audio.

[11calls]

[Cause Alex defaults to it at this point. So, her voice is almost chipper.]

Sure of course, Peter. What do you need?

text;

[tevinteraltus]

Good evening, dear. It really has been far too long since we've spoken, hasn't it? I am evidently ghastly at this whole friendship thing. Do find it in your heart to forgive me.

audio

[11calls]

Of course I forgive you, Dorian. How are you doing? Do you want to come 'round for a drink?

Voice. UN: p.parker

[beforethebite]

[Oh, yes, Peter Parker is still 9-years-old and is preparing to visit the Strand household — but this time, with something nice in mind. For a birthday! It takes him the night but he gets what he's had in mind done for her. Just in time. And just before he heads over, he messages her.]

Happy birthday, Miss Alex!

[11calls]

[Alex is a little shocked because she definitely hasn’t talked about her birthday after the cluster of thanksgiving. Also she’s still in bed because she’s definitely taking the day off of work.

Of course it’s easy to work out who told him.]

Thanks Peter!

Christmas Gift

[minus1twin]

[Wanda got her an oil diffuser bracelet with rose oil.]

Deerington | Active

[imarealistnotacynic]

[Something is wrong. He's not sure what is wrong specifically but something is wrong. He's normally calm, able to sit still with a book and in this case he has work to do and he can't sit still. The whole apartment is covered in papers and half finished notes and for some - unnatural reason the first person he thinks of when he thinks of his frustration is Alex.

Alex. Alex with her beautiful face and eyes and smile and...

All of those things he ignored because she was also weak, and desperate for approval otherwise why would she have told everyone about him and...

Enough.

Hand curled into a fist he opens his own door, slams it, stares at it, before knocking on her door.]

Alex!

Open the door.

[pause]

Please.

[11calls]

[Alex herself had just gotten home from the market which means all she kinds of wants to do is throw herself into the shower and get out of the stupid white lace dress and flowers and eyeliner that they had put her in. It doesn’t feel like herself with all of it on there.

She doesn’t feel like herself. She doesn’t like it. Since being in the market the need to be protected has only grown and it grates on her a bit. But she’s only gotten so far as to take her shoes of and to start to untangle the flowers from her hair when she smells it. It smells amazing and Alex can’t deny it.

But there’s more than that.

She’s already moving toward the door even before he called her name and for a moment it’s all she can do is to just stare at him like he’s the most beautiful thing that she’s ever seen.

Alex’s voice is soft with a note in it that few people have ever heard—he hadn’t not in the two years that they’d known one another. It’s warm and open and inviting and intimate.]

Richard? What’s wrong?

Audio

[doubled_speed]

Alex, the emo kid who says his world is in movies. The one that looks like he wants to be a punk rocker or something?

Who is he?

[11calls]

Do you mean Ben Solo?

[Alex just asks curiously, because well. That sounds about right.]

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[imarealistnotacynic]

[Richard has a lot to talk to Alex about. Addressing her being a small child, what she said about the Tall Pauls (even if she believed him or not) and...

Well. Their relationship was half pure unbridled attraction half a genuine need for warmth and affection here and the more he thought about this thing connecting them the more he wanted to...make an effort. He'd been trying that with everyone.

It was easier to handle now but one of the things he enjoyed, one of the things he genuinely enjoyed, was being around her with that same protective urge and her protecting him.

Focus. This was important. This is very important. Arriving back to their shared space, he opened the door and shifted his briefcase.]

...Alex?

[He inhales.] You want me to cook? Or do you want to go out? On...a date date?

[11calls]

[Alex just looks up from the kitchen table where she's been doing research after her work shift, and there's coffee from a while ago sitting at her elbow. Considering she'd definitely thought that she'd be in for the night, Alex has just changed into her normal pajama wear now: one of his shirts. She gives him an immediate smile actually, one that was reflex before all of this even happened and she just considers for a moment.]

Sure, we can go out on a date date if you want, or I'm good with just settling in and like ordering pizza or something. How was work today?

[Alex knows that he's going to want to talk to her about being a small child, even if she doesn't remember it, so that's a thing, but honestly she thinks that it's going to be a better conversation with him starting it, so she's going to let him do it.]

TEXT |

[mynameisbaker]

Ms. Reagan, This is Cheryl Baker. I'm...reaching out in the hope that you can help me with something.

[Maybe. Maybe Reagan can tell Richard so she doesn't have to talk to him and feel that same sting that she's felt every time she so much as thinks her brother's name.]

I'm actually in Seattle. Is there any way we could meet?

[11calls]

[ Well, to say that this is unexpected is an understatement, honestly. Alex had never expected to hear from Cheryl Baker again. Not if she hadn't contacted Richard after the recording of Coralee alive, and not after knowing that Cheryl hadn't reached out to contact him. For a moment Alex doesn't know what to say, but she's intrigued enough to respond back. ]

Sure, Cheryl. I can do that. When would you like to meet?

[un video; The Doctor; Private Deer 8/7]

[borntolove]

Hallo, Alex. This is The Doctor. Just curious - about what you said about me being in pain earlier this month.


[A pause. He's still hesitant about admitting this. Even if he's rather sure she's aware of telepathically.]

How do you know - about that sort of thing?

[11calls]

I mean, it just kind of sounded like it in your voice. Voices are what I do basically, back home. I've worked in radio since college. Besides, [A little smile as she points out:] you did say you had a headache, Doctor.

A surprise sometime in December

[gadaboutdetective]

[Alex might open her door one afternoon to find a small surprise in the form of a small bouquet with a note attached. The flowers were arranged nicely to make a small bouquet tied with a teal chiffon ribbon.

The flowers were selected carefully, with specific meanings. Zinnia for everlasting friendship, apple blossom for preference, pansy for a friend you think of often, and Eucalyptus for protection and to strengthen the bond of friendship to last. It was a traditional selection for a bouquet gifted to friends in his era, and Llewellyn was surprisingly sentimental (sappy) enough to share such things these days. Especially where he found himself more comfortable since arriving here.

The note read (along with a description of what the flowers meant):]

While I am uncertain of whether you enjoy flowers or not; I wanted to share these with you in appreciation for the friendship you’ve shown since I arrived. You’ve been a good friend and I’ve learned much from you that I’m truly grateful for knowing. I hope that I might be as helpful in return one day.

With my deepest respect,
Det. Watts

(ooc: This is just a little nice thing he’s doing for his closest cr, since languages are his thing and floriography would be a thing he’d enjoy. It definitely doesn’t need to be a thread or anything where there is a lot going on right now! It was just a fun/cute thing to write up! :3)

text; un: skeletonkeay

[monstermanual]

My name is Gerard Keay, I was asked to see if you'd be available for an interview regarding your experience by the Archivist, Jonathan Sims. Is that something you're still available for and if so do you have a preference for time or place?

[11calls]

Yeah, I definitely am still available for it, and I don't have a preference. I'm still really open and stuff.

Sphere (Outside of Dome) - December 22nd

[unknownmoirai]

[In a simple box is a collection of items that are meant to both complete and accent the slinky red dress that Inesa has gifted Alex months before.

The first thing that Alex will find is a lovely handmade moon hair pin, beneath that is a silky shawl meant to cover her shoulders and finally a pair of strappy black heels.

On the package is a note, written in Inesa's hand.]

For all you have done for me,
as my friend and a look into a new world.
~ Inesa

Audio; in: Sparkler

[tevinteraltus]

Hello, dear. My, these are clever aren't they? I need only think of you and here you are!

Richard tells me you're capable of existing in two places simultaneously and that it's metaphysical in nature yet refuses to elaborate. Would you?

audio un:pnwsalex

[11calls]

Bilocation. It's kind of hard to explain, actually. We're still not exactly sure how it can happen, only that it does. It was a complete pain in the ass when I was doing it without meaning to. I've got a better handle on it now though, thank goodness.

I'm surprised he brought it up, though.