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[ourheartsarecompatible]

1. I swear...this day is one great big who's who in the land of fucked uppedness.

2. Just called to hear your voice and talk about pizza.

3. I just want to see you and express my feelings in a drunken manner, but in a sweet way like my english accent.

4. Things could not have gone more poorly if I had stripped naked and run through the Sahara with sirloins tied to my thighs.

5.I don't know if I'm dying or this is just a mild inconvenience

6.. Please just text him...

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[crookedgarden]

It is not Ralph's voice you want to hear because Ralph does not know who calls, but he would like to tell you that he knows about the boxes that hold the pizza. [ That he does, that he does. ]

omg hello good stab child

[ourheartsarecompatible]

[Cue sweating because he did not in fact intend to send that to Ralph. It explains why the actual call wasn't answered though.]

Pizza boxes are also a topic of discussion, yes.

My apologies Ralph, I didn't actually know I'd contacted you. It's Simon, if that helps.

oh hello good cream puff, i hope you dont mind me dropping by

[crookedgarden]

[ A moment of silence takes him, circular LED on hia temple whirring.] Boxes of pizza are good for stacking like towers,but they do not make sufficient protection from the rain.

[ Shoulders relax when he simply does not register who this Simon is. ]

You must pardon Ralph, but he does not remember Simon. Has Simon stopped by to see Ralph?

[ourheartsarecompatible]

In my experience, cardboard doesn't make for very good housing material in general. It gets soggy way too fast.

[Small smile. It's not surprising he hasn't met everyone yet. He's not quite as prolific as some.]

I'm sorry, I don't think I ever have. Are you new here?

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[rennotrin]

That's a scary thought right there. You okay?!

[ourheartsarecompatible]

Considering the worst of it was a bullet grazing once of my biocomponents and requiring immediate repair I'd say it could have gone better. But I'm fine now.

[Wait.]

Who is this?

[rennotrin]

[The moment he reads "biocomponents," Ren knows the species of which he's talking to, at least. He's had a lot of running around to do to catch up with the times. He'd have been terribly confused otherwise. Androids. Who'd've thunk it?

[To tell the truth, he'd at first thought it was one of his fuck buddies. Sometimes forgets to save their name and number, but... he's pretty sure this isn't the case this time.]

Hey person~~, you're the one who messaged me first out of the blue! Normally, I'd insist on hearing/reading your name first. But, given the situation is as it is, I'll give it an ass.

*A PASS
damn autocorrect. D:

My name is Ren. (＃⌒∇⌒＃)ゞ Whoever you are, I'm glad you're okay!

Admittedly, I'm curious as to who you are, in turn, but I understand if you'd rather not name yourself.

[ourheartsarecompatible]

[Considering that by the time he got the message off he'd been losing thirium for an hour and was about as woozy as androids could get it's no surprise he sent off a message to the wrong number.]

My name is Simom.

I apologise for messaging you accidentally.

why plot when u can drop random texts

[junkyardgod]

[They're both busy members of Jericho, so Markus often gets swept out of Simon's company and doesn't see him again for several hours. This time he's trying to make his way back to Simon but it just doesn't seem to be in the cards, so eventually he sends Simon a message:]

Just to clarify, because I didn't get the chance to ask earlier: was what happened between us something I should not do again?

[ourheartsarecompatible]

[They're both very busy a lot of the time, and have a hard time saying no to the people they care about. So it isn't surprising that they can't exactly reconnect easily when they want or need to talk.]

I would like to avoid those same circumstances if at all possible.
As for the rest, I don't think I would mind it, provided that I was maybe warned first.

[junkyardgod]

[Markus smiles to himself and shakes his head.]

I plan to avoid recreating those particular circumstances at all costs, so that won't be a problem.

The surprise was the issue, then.

[ourheartsarecompatible]

I was under a great deal of stress.
It was unfair.

[There is a distinct pout about those words.]

[junkyardgod]

I'm curious about something. Will you indulge me for a minute?

[ourheartsarecompatible]

Of course, how can I help you?

[junkyardgod]

If I were to say that I'd like to draw you, is there anything I could say next to convince you that I'm not a weird pervert or serial killer?

[ourheartsarecompatible]

If I didn't know what you did to occupy your time I might be more concerned about this, yes.
My next instinct is to ask why, when I would think that you have plenty of willing subjects.

oops now i need simon comforting post-revolution win markus

[junkyardgod]

I need to see you

poor baby. how violent did it go?

[ourheartsarecompatible]

I'm in the cathedral basement with the wounded

just confused, scared, probably disoriented because his own mind feels so unfamiliar

[junkyardgod]

[Oh jesus, he can't put himself above the physically wounded.]

When you're free
Please

guess who remembered another au idea of ours and has a craving

[junkyardgod]

[Even with no ideas or expectations about what he might find at Jericho, Markus is still taken aback when he gets up off the floor after his clattering fall to see a familiar face staring back at him.

This. This is the last thing he would ever have expected.

And yet he knows it's not a different PL600. This is Simon, the soft-spoken domestic android he crossed paths with so many times while shopping for Carl, across so many different stores, that they developed a sort of friendship. Simon, who started to smile hesitantly at the sight of him after a few meetings and then with increasing ease after a few more. Simon, who suddenly couldn't speak to him at all and would divert sharply in the opposite direction when he approached - because of his directive, Markus only realizes now that he knows something other than directive.

This is Simon, who spoke of his family with such genuine affection, now looking harried and exhausted as he welcomes Markus to Jericho with a tight-lipped smile. But can he see who he's speaking to with the flashlight beam right in his face? Probably not - Markus tilts it away, raw wonder on his expression as he whispers:]

... Simon?

insert eyes and sweat emojis here

[ourheartsarecompatible]

[There's so much from his life before Jericho that Simon tries not to dwell on. His family, his daily interactions while out and about, the little things that he'd taken pleasure in even before he realized that that was something he was doing. Markus was among those things, a pleasant distraction that conflicted directly with his core programming.

He'd never expected to see anyone from his former life here. He never wanted to. This dark, quiet place was supposed to be totally separate from that world, and that disassociation from what he used to be helps to keep him focused on the people that need him.

He steps into the flashlight beam as it sweeps around, taking it upon himself to greet another new arrival. The sudden crashing of the collapsing structure both outside and now right above them had caused a lot of the deviant androids to tuck themselves into hiding, but Simon has a duty. He needs to protect them, if need be.

His welcome dies on his tongue at the sound of his name from behind that bright flashlight beam. His expression goes from tired and resigned to bewildered and slightly awed as he puts a hand up to block the flashlight, fingertips pressing it down to reduce the glare blindness.]

Markus?

what if: grief before revolution?

[junkyardgod]

[Markus's first thought as the flashlight slips from his fingers and clatters to the floor is what's happened to you? But of course, he already knows that. It's happened to him too, and to all of them here.

From the moment he woke up and literally pieced himself back together, Markus has been trudging forward on pure determination not to let this be the end, not to let Carl's hopes and dreams for Markus's future die in the same moment he lost his own life. Now, with someone in front of him who belongs - belonged to the life he was forced to leave behind, all the determination drains out of him just like adrenaline from a human's bloodstream and he suddenly thinks he might collapse.]

He's dead. [Markus sways on his feet. He's forgotten anyone other than Simon is even in the room.] Carl is dead.

TFLN 4/2/22

[ourheartsarecompatible]

1. Well, she's officially disappointed in me. I have it writing.

2. You don’t need a wing man if you have a solid hook up on pumpkin pie.

3. I don't know how I'm gonna do that tomorrow. I feel like I was hit by the motorhome.

4. Lesbians just stole my cat :(

5. HE IS COURTING ME WITH CHINESE FOOD AND IT IS WORKING.

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[arihab]

We both know damn well a McDs apple pie would work if it came from him

[ourheartsarecompatible]

You are alarmingly correct.