revenance_comms | Message 15: Roll Call

Theta and I are still around.

[Just a bit mopey because where'd my sister go?]

[He hears that mope, and he's pretty sure he knows what it means.]

Good to know.

...you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Just...South went home.

[It's one less problem for Wash to deal with, but that doesn't make it easy for North. There's a few moments' pause as Wash debates.]

Wanna talk about it?

[They've been on rocky ground for a while, but he might as well try.]

[It takes North a while to answer, mostly because Theta is telling him that he should say yes very enthusiastically. It might cheer North up and he needs that.]

Yeah, sure.

See you at the tea shop.

See you there.

Here.

Good.

[He almost doesn't want to ask, but if anyone would know, it's her.]

Have you heard from York?

[ She was expecting the question. There's still an uncomfortable pause before she replies. ]

Not since last night.

[There's a pause on his end too. He thought it might happen, given that York was among the swath of random arrivals who are no longer here, but that doesn't make it any easier. He takes a moment to breathe before he answers.]

You okay?

No.

[ her reply is tired, quiet. ]

You?

[Wash had been expecting an affirmative - planning on it, actually. For Carolina to admit, in public, that she wasn't okay...it had to be worse than he thought.]

I've been better.

[Which, for him, is a non-answer. He's silent for a few moments, thinking. When he can't come up with anything that feels right to say, he goes ahead anyway, because it has to be better than the silence.]

What- Can I...what do you need?

[ It could be argued that she hasn't been okay for a very long time. This just happens to be the very tip of a very large iceberg. ]

[ What does she need? There's a soft huff of noise, scoffing. ]

Don't worry about me, Wash. There's nothing here I need, except a way back home.

We still have that one nightmare to deal with, the one that started all this. [more firmly] That'll be a start.

[True, but she doesn't normally admit it.]

You just admitted in public that you're not okay. What makes you think I'm not going to worry?

We'll take care of Spellican once we know who we have on board. [Read: once people have recovered from suddenly losing those who woke up.]

[Carmen has been listening to this conversation carefully and has decided to take matters into her own paws. She digs under the bed, grabs something in her mouth, and disappears out of the room before her person can notice. She's on a mission!]

[she snorts faintly]

After an event that's shaken everyone? Pft. I doubt anyone would be surprised to head it. [weak, but she's going to stick with that anyway. There's no sulk to her voice - she's just. tired.] I don't see why it would give you reason to worry.

I suspect we'll have plenty of volunteers for handling things, regardless of who's left.

Because it's you. [Because he's lived through that part of the timeline now. Because he knows how badly life has battered her, and that she wound up here before she could get her resolution. Because he can count the times he's seen her admit to Not Being Okay in front of other people on both hands.]

[Because, having just lost a bunch of people all over again, he's even more worried about the ones he has left, even if he's not on the greatest of terms with them.]

Yeah, probably. I don't think anyone wants a Nightmare that big just hanging around.

[Having made her way down the hall with her prize (a bright orange Grifball shirt) in tow, Carmen paws at the door to Carolina's (temporary) hotel room. Let her in! She brought a gift!]

And my question still stands.

[she doesn't want to talk about it, doesn't want to think about it, she's tired damn it. Bad enough that Carolina doesn't know, isn't sure she wants to know, how she stands with Wash anymore.]

[there's footshuffling as she moves towards the door, trying to focus instead on the thing she can fight, rather than what she cannot. Dax follows at her heels.]

Not giving it time to bring back the other nightmares will be ur priority, I guess. And finding some way to--[the door opens]--reopen the portals will.

..What do you want.

[said to Carmen, with an irritable frown, not quite parsing what the orangey fabric could be]

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Pretty sure I just answered it. [If she doesn't want to talk about it, he's not going to push it - not right now, at least. God knows they're both still trying to deal with things.]

I get the feeling the portals will take care of themselves once we get the Nightmare out of the way.

[Carmen rears up on her hind legs and places her paws on Carolina's knee, meowing an explanation around a mouthful of fabric. She brought you a present! She...borrowed it from the other person you liked, but he left and now she's giving it to you!]

I'm here.

[As is Spot. He pokes his nose into view on the screen. Hi Wash!]

[He nods, and Carmen reaches a paw up to poke at the communicator. Hi, Spot!]

Thanks. Are you holding up okay?

[Spot waves to Carmen. Been a while~]

Yes, but a little busy.

[More people mean more customers at the tea shop.]

I'm still here.

[And confused, though he's not completely surprised that everyone that showed up suddenly has vanished just as suddenly. Just... confused by it. It couldn't have been Spellican's doing, could it?]

Good to know.

Present, though you might be pleased to know that it would appear Ms. Bassett is gone, Agent Washington.

Thank God.

[He's not usually happy when people randomly disappear, but for this, he'll make an exception.]

Mr. Wooster expressed much the same sentiment. Ms. Bassett is a... most fanciful young woman. You may count yourself lucky, perhaps, that she did not take to insisting your stolid demeanor indicated ardent feelings for her.

No, she just thought I had a season pass to Fairyland.

I'm guessing she does that a lot.

Yes, sir. While I certainly could not discount the possibility entirely, I would note that Ms. Bassett is in the habit of writing and reciting poetry in the vein of 'kittens and their velveteen mittens' being the leading indicator of when a gentleman is 'smitten' with a young lady. Although, given your preference for cat-like Spirits, perhaps they are telling in your understanding with Ms. David.

[While he has some sympathy for Wash to have suffered Madeline, Jeeves is far too amused by his suffering - particularly given the extraordinary display Wash and Ziva had given on the open communicator - to not needle him politely.]

I'm pretty sure making out with my girlfriend in front of her is what put me out of the running. I don't think the cats had anything to do with it.

[Carmen pops into frame and paws at the screen. You called~?]

[Jeeves gives the cat Spirit his soupiest expression. You stole his clothes Carmen. He does not like you.]

I meant as an indication of the initial ardent feelings between you and Ms. David, discounting Ms. Bassett as a third party, sir. It matters little, however. Ms. Bassett's fanciful notions should, I hope, be laid to rest with her departure.

I noted the disappearance of several of your comrades, as well. My condolences on their loss.

[Aw, that's okay, she likes you anyway. Plus, she set you up with a smoking hot date. You should totally be thanking her.]

[Wash just pushes the cat gently out of frame before she can cause any more trouble.]

Hopefully. [Because he doesn't want to talk about it anymore. That had been...embarrassing, to say the least.]

[He's glad he has his helmet on for that last part, at least.] Thanks.

You're welcome, Agent Washington. Thank you for undertaking this endeavor to sound off those remaining, as well. I'll make note of them in my records. [Because keeping a record of people present does seem like something they should have.] Good day.

[He doesn't particularly want to deal with the demonic cat - his idea of 'smoking hot' and hers differ widely, Carmen - so he signs off with a polite nod to Wash.]

Art thou implying thou dost not?

Considering you're not a fairy, I'm going to go with no.

Yet I am so delicate and graceful.

And subtle. You forgot subtle.

Of course! My kingdom's bards sing hymns of my subtlety!

The shortest hymns ever. Of all time.

Because they are subtle!

...yeah, I got it.

I'm still here, at least.

Good to know.

I'd certainly hope so!

Present and accounted for.

Good.

[There's a moment or two of silence before he turns the communicator off - there's an unvoiced question in there somewhere. This Riku hasn't been in the dream world yet in his timeline. Right.]

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