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— text, somewhere around october 18th, post-au shit.

[ghostface]

kostenko.

( how do u do, fellow reject child of the entity. long time no see. )

we should talk.

[unconscionable]

Hi.

[ low key, just because he's never sure if he's going to be one of the first people to really hit up a new arrival telepathically, or how they'll react to a voice inside their head. not that john is a voice: he projects the way he thinks, a silent concept that floats from the echoing vaults of his aphantasia into another's head.

but once he's established she isn't freaking out: ]

It's John. You survive your first month OK? Or however long it's been.

[ time got all fucked up in the void. ]

— text, early november.

[ghostface]

( what's a good monthly check-in question for two fog rejects? oh, danny's got one: )

you ice anyone yet, jules? or you ain't doing that shit anymore?

— action - mid nov

[medals]

[it's early morning, so early it might as well be night, when Jem crawls through the boarding house halls to their room, freshly free from Pouring Beer. she strips off down to her skivvies, kicks Eddie on the leg to get into bed, crawls under the blanket(s) and drapes herself over Julie like a giant, exhausted cat and says: ] Hi.

[and then:] Are you asleep? [and then, after a beat, presses her cheek to Julie's chest and huffs out a yawn. ]

— text

[guitarpicks]

the magic dragon’s ready to take you on a flight, m’lady