snowblindrpg | [network/voice] morning 066 - @claytonator; BACK AGAIN [open] [likely descriptions of injury]

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[network/voice] morning 066 - @claytonator; BACK AGAIN [open] [likely descriptions of injury]

[There's a pause as the post starts, the sound of Clayton clearing his throat so he sounds less hoarse and generally horrible. He is marginally successful. There's really no avoiding it unless he goes straight to text, and that feels far too impersonal for the situation at hand.]

Hey there! [He'd be waving if he could. Hello Norfinbury! Nothing to worry about here!] Good Lord, it's been a while...ah, sorry fer that! We were all awful anxious 'bout trackin' down Angel 'n Rhys, so I ain't been keepin' up much with the network while I was searchin'.

[Oh, and then also because he ended up trapped in a basement with them for a couple of days. Details, minor details. No one needs to know about this.]

Found 'em, though! They're both safe 'n stable. Takin' 'em up to the house with the hot water 'tween the school 'n the funeral home--think it's jus' south a where Jane's havin' that meetin'? [A beat, like he's quietly waiting for others in the house to confirm or deny this.] --Gonna watch 'em fer a few days, make sure they get some rest. It's been...stressful. But they'll be alright.

[And that's as much as Clayton's going to speak on the matter unless he's pressed for it. Nothing about how hurt Rhys is, nothing about how they've also got Jack with them, nothing about needing to be rescued. It's a nice, vague sweep under the rug, and Clayton prefers it that way.]

Now, ah...I've managed t' do a bit a skimmin'. Looks like y'all 've been busy! Got some new folks in, I think? 'Bout time fer another round I suppose. If we ain't met yet--hey! Doctor Clayton Epps. Y'all need anything checked out, jus' wait 'round by the lil' house with the shower an' comforter out by the west wall, make yerself comfy an' I'll catch up sooner 'r later. I've left some rations in the house over 'case anybody needs 'em. Anybody's in the area an' lookin' fer somethin' t' do, I'm hopin' t' get another mattress 'r two in there? Set up somethin' more permanent. Any places nearby that could spare 'em, I'd appreciate havin' 'em over. Jus' don't go hurtin' yerself tryin' to drag somethin' from 'cross town 'r nothin'.

'Bout t' do a lot a walkin' t'day--won't get back t' this 'til t'night, I'm thinkin', but I could do with some readin' 'long the way. So! What've I missed?

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[Kunsel can't deny his relief at hearing this news. Even so, he wasn't born yesterday. Sorry, Clayton, but your story sounds off.]

Good. I'm glad they're alright. Thanks for letting us know. What happened to them anyway?

[Because Clayton never actually said.]

[Steve doesn't interrupt Clayton's post, but when he realizes Clayton's skipping over some of the less savory details he starts giving him a skeptical look. Once he's done, Steve speaks up right away.]

You're just—not gonna mention Jack, or what he did to you and Rhys and Angel.

[INTENSE AMERICAN SKEPTICISM.]

[ Upon finding that wonderfully-vague post of wonderment, Angel pads her way through like a billion clowns to get to Clayton. He's getting a hug. Because, you know. ANGEL. ]

Thank you. For posting that. I was kind of dreading the thought of having to do it myself.

"Safe and stable" doesn't sound very encouraging. Do you need another doctor?

[Being one of those aforementioned new people, Nathan 100% has absolutely no horse in this race. So as far as he knows or cares, Clayton's not being dodgy at all. Everything's fine! They're all just having a big laugh about those missing scamps and whatever trouble they got into. Which makes it perfectly okay for Nathan's response to this post to be grossly (in more than one sense of the word) off topic.]

a doctor who isn't named hotstud!
just what i needed
hey weigh in on this equation 4 me:

aloe vera + genitalia + friction x hopes and dreams = good idea/bad idea ???

ur contribution is appreciated doc

Edited (im a bad) 2015-12-14 01:28 (UTC)

I'm going to take a random, off the wall guess here and say that whatever happened is going to make me very, very angry and I'm gonna go ahead and blame Jack, because I hate his guts.

[Quark had seen a little something about Angel and Rhys going missing over the Network, but being so small and far away he hadn't really had anything to contribute. But, hey, he hasn't seen Clayton or Enoch or anybody since he left with Frisk four days ago, so it's probably good to check in anyway!]

I'm glad you found everybody okay! Tell Angel I say hi and that I hope she's doing okay. [He pauses.] Actually, tell everybody I hope they're doing okay, Dr. Clayton!

[ Rhys thought the worst of the pain was over, but nooooooo, day two brought all those aches and pains into rapid overdrive. He wishes he wasn't conscious.

But he is, and he hears Clayton's purposefully vague explanation. He calls from the blanket burrito, mumbly and slightly garbled due to the bitten tongue. ]

Thank you. For not making it complicated.

....I'm glad you found them.

[Privately, he can tell something is Up, but he won't voice that publicly.]

[It's not that Shepard isn't capable of healthy paranoia, but she's decided she's going to trust Clayton, so trust she will. Until she can get the whole story out of him in person, that is.]

Good to hear your voice, doc. Thanks for reporting in. That's a weight off all our minds.

[all their minds. Yes she is now the Norfinbury Concerned Citizens Spokeswoman. And he sounds like he deserves that kind of thanks.]

We're gonna be just southwest of you. Moved the meeting someplace with a bigger door. [Yeah about that doghouse.] I can try to get another mattress to you today. Anything else you need?

Honeybunch!

[Ginger thankfully waits until he has turned the audio off to call him this. She leans over behind him so her hair brushes his cheek, and puts her hand on his shoulders, rubbing them as gently as she can, afraid to hurt him worse. Now that it's the next day, things feel overall a bit...calmer, easier to deal with. At least for her, the frazzled, all-over-the-place feeling has faded, and she's back to her chipper (if concerned) self.]

Are you feeling any better? Is there anything I can get you?

[She's tempted to give him a kiss on the cheek, but isn't so sure he'd be comfortable with that around so many people, so instead just leans in a bit closer.]

You're so sweet to keep everyone updated.

*He's rather late to this, but just in case someone new here hasn't noticed his issue and wants to ask Clayton for help.*

youare a LIAR
you cannot be trusted
donot trust, he will hurt

Ah, what Quark said!

[Truthfully they could probably have hijacked Quark's reply if they wanted to, they're ~~nosy~~ inquisitive enough for that, but they already had their own tablet out.]

Is Enoch still with you? If he is you can tell him we found Sans.

[He barely talks with others but it's not like he doesn't check the network and reads/listens to other people. Leon is actually relieved that everything turned out, well, okay.]

Good. Thanks for reporting.

On a second note: I'm used to carry heavy things around, if I happen to be in the area and you still need a mattress.
I'm not planning to stay around for too long anyway [He preferes to spend his time alone] but for a common... small healing center, if we can call it like this, I don't mind offering some help. Not that I can guarantee anything with this weather...

[Enoch has decided his job is to be Clayton's guard dog. Or at least, that's the unintentional imagery he projects as the big, curled up figure sleeping at his side. He hardly slept or ate the previous day and he hasn't eaten at all for this one, and his energy is finally flagging.

He drifts into wakefulness as he's talking to the network and props himself up with a brief moment of help from Clayton's leg. He's just a normal human now; a normal human who has never had to deal with vitamin D deficiency before, and he can't go from standing to a fight to a trek through the snow (helping to carry someone, at that) without deep-seated aches lingering in his limbs. So it takes a little extra work to get himself seated against the wall beside him (on the side with the bad shoulder and injured cheek so Ginger will have her spot later).]

You should take care of yourself first, [he mumbles groggily,] before seeing to anyone new.

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