snowblindrpg | [network] day 092 - @claytonator - text; insert obvious meme here [open] [event/deathtalk]

Clayton!

Ye gods, man, are you well? That was...

[Pause]

I am sorry.

define "okay"
then request your mn poisoning levels
do you have my meds?
where are you?
who the hell dies moving between buildings less than a half a mile apart?

No.

[Zach doesn't even know this dude, but fuck no, he's not okay. He's not sure he'll ever be okay again.]

Didn't you die? Sorry. That was rude, I guess.

Tablet's still broken, toes are still missing. Arm feels better. I'm somewhere relatively safe. I think I'll be okay.

[...considering the fact that he's missing huge gaps in his memory again, this time more deliberate than the first. Worrying, but he supposes it could be worse. This will pass.]

There's nothing to apologize for, Archie. I'm not sure what we could've done, it happened so fast. I'm more worried about you. What's going on?

[Still not surprised that the meds are the first thing on House's mind, but the fact that he's still asking after them makes Clayton anxious. Did he never find another bottle? That's not acceptable.]

Better than what I was seeing in those posts from this morning. Looks like they're missing some gaps now for some reason. Was that just my tablet?

[There's a pause between messages while Clayton does request his MN levels--though he doesn't send the report immediately to House. He'll give him the numbers when he gets them.]

Have your meds and not much else. Woke up in the hospital. I think it was waiting for me on top of the building--they're getting very smart.
Do you have my backpack?

My own device no longer functions either.

I am sorry that I do not use the ah...text all that often. I fear I am not very skilled with it.

[A sigh.]

I should have pushed you from harm's way.

[It should have been him instead...But wallowing in guilt won't help, will it? He'll just continue to do it silently.]

I'm not certain what is happening. I am unharmed but currently alone. The devices were showing horrible scenes for a time but whether there was truth to them or not I cannot say. They seem to be gone, now.

[The second she sees his username on the Network Ginger feels her heart lurch up into her throat. There's no way she can type--no way she wants to type. She hardly trusts herself speaking, but she needs to see him. It had been...it had been a full week since he died. Everyone had always revived within a couple of days--she, she was starting to believe he'd never come back. She didn't want to hope anymore.]

I thought you were gone.

[She can't stop it--she can't stop the tears. She looks so miserable, so tired, like she hasn't been sleeping hardly at all, like something's been cut out from inside of her. Ginger covers her mouth, trying to still the sobbing before it explodes out of her. She's glad she had the foresight to make her video private--she just doesn't want anyone else to see her upset anymore.]

I'm so glad you're back. I'm...I'm so...

[Ginger doesn't really have any words to describe the way she's feeling right now. Someone she cares about dying and coming back after she'd started to accept the fact that he wouldn't? It's nothing she's ever experienced before. It's impossible. Clayton's voice-to-text might not pick up her words terribly well between her frantic tears.]

[Oh hey, new person! Clayton vaguely recognizes the usename--he only just skimmed the network the last time there was a flood of posts from newcomers, too drained and anxious to do much else, but it's something of a relief to see that at least one of them is still alive. Shooting a little low, yes. Clayton takes what he can get.]

Don't worry about it. Not the first time.

Sorry--I meant the messages I was reading from this morning. Things aren't great here but they're not usually...that bad. They seem a little less awful now. That wasn't just my tablet showing those, I'm guessing?

no
it's everyone
there was some sort of glitch showing horror movies all night
and half of us saying things the kid from poltergeist would be proud of
oh, yeah
there was a vid of gingersnaps sewing your dead corpse to her hand
that was pretty messed up

don't have your pack right now
at the school
but we can pick it up and head south
my pack's in the hospital somewhere
greystone stuffed it in a cabinet
tradesies?

Edited 2016-03-01 19:00 (UTC)

You're okay!

[There's so much relief in that small voice. They'd gotten back from the school that day only to find out what'd happened. And then he'd been gone for so long... But he's back now.

They cough tiredly onto the back of their hand before continuing.]

We're okay. I think something was wrong with the network last night. Mom took my tablet.

DOCTOR EPPS!! ♥ o(≧∇≦o)
It doesn't matter how everyone else is, how are YOU? You need to find Ginger ASAP and scoop her up! Hurry!!

define 'okay' but yeah

Clayton! Thank God. It's good to hear from you. Are you all right? Do you need assistance? ...I suppose you saw... whatever that was on the network. As far as I know, everyone's physically OK. Otherwise...? Christ, I don't know. That was some hellish nastiness.

NO

*He does not want you back, go away.*

Wasn't just you. Apparently, I died. twice. But now it's all gone and nothing actually happened. I don't...get it. Why would anyone do this?

Guess you chose the right time to...wake up? Whatever it is you did? Man, this place is weird. My life before was weird but this is on a whole new level of shitty.

H3Y, 4R3NT YOU TH4T D34D GUY?

[Clayton wouldn't even need to have this message translated for him to feel heartbroken for Ginger. God, what she must have gone through...what she is going through. Just her expression ruins him, instantly. Connecting that to the kind of surreal horror he saw on the network earlier in the morning just makes things worse. According to House, that must have been something somehow concocted on Ginger's end? Which is terrifying, really. It terrifies him how much his death terrified her. He can't believe he's hurt her this badly; it makes him feel sick just thinking about it.]

[Which is, of course, why he's sticking to text. No need to make things worse.]

I'm so sorry. Please don't be upset. It breaks my heart to see you so distressed. I'll make it up to you. Everything will be okay.

[Clayton doesn't need to hear the relief in Frisk's voice to see and understand it. This is a nice change of pace from the miserable depression he met them in just before he died. Relative innocence. He can handle this.]

Just about! I'm happy to hear from you again. Sorry for not being all there last time you and your family visited, but I'm glad they're still with you and you're all looking out for one another. Tell Toriel and Sans I said "hello" for me, would you?

Angel! :)
I'm alive, which is the best I can ask for. [Feeling a little ill but it's probably just like a cold or something. Right? Right.] Running away to carry Ginger off and out of this town as we speak. Frozen flowers and romantic dinner already planned. I've got it covered.

O-Oh...oh, honey, it's not...I'm not upset at you. There's been an awful, awful lot happening.

[It's so hard to get out the words. So hard to even read his text through the blur caught by her tears.]

I'm just so, so happy you came back. I just didn't think I'd ever see you again.

[Ginger tries to offer him a smile but it's too hard. Because she was scared. She was terrified. Of everything that happened, and of the idea that things were just going to keep going on without him. And she's still scared that he'll leave again. That something will take him away, and she'll feel just as empty inside.]

We got back to the clinic the day after you...[Well, he knows what happened.] ...I was so mad at myself. I shouldn't have left, not ever.

[The classic private text from Steph--it's such a tradition at this point that Clayton might have worried if he didn't get one from her.]

"Okay" as in "not whatever was happening in the posts I saw this morning." Seems to be the case, which is good. You sure you're doing alright, Steph?

No, I'm really not Are you real?

Swoon!! I assume you woke up with candles and a little spider who can play romantic songs on the violin? You have to have the right atmosphere!!
I'm so glad you're back. It feels like it's been forever!

Praise the Lord that He has a good enough sense of humor to give me a third chance, I'd say. Good to hear from you too, Steve. I'm not dead and I woke up with warm clothes so I think I'll be okay. In the hospital. The tricky part's going to be getting out again.

Saw just enough of it to know that it wasn't right, before my tablet blew out. How long has that been going on?

Glad to see you're still up and kicking.

[The sentiment is not returned, but, well, some things never change apparently.]

[network] day 092 - @claytonator - text; insert obvious meme here [open] [event/deathtalk]

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