IC INBOX; MoM

[pushtheboundaries]

"You've reached Robert Callaghan, Headmaster to the Heropa Organization for imPort Education. Please leave a message with your name, your phone number, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. As a reminder, my office hours are..."

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[itistolaugh]

unless r u hiding from me? ARE YOU EATING CHEESE AGAIN YOU KNOW YOUR DOCTOR DOESNT WANT YOU EATING CHEESE YET

DO YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW WHEN YOU LIE ABOUT CHEESE ROBERT

[pushtheboundaries]

[ok that's enough of a 'wtf' to actually get his attention]

cheese?

[itistolaugh]

yes cheese you know #4 on the list of stuff you cant enjoy anymore cuz of the heart attack

the one i laminated and put up in like every cabinet in your kitchen???

did you go and have a stroke too oh my god i swear i am never beign friends with old people again

[pushtheboundaries]

[oh, this is...a real person. and the one apparently responsible for that decor.......

Callaghan frowns, tapping his fingers along the comm. he hasn't been to that place since the night he arrived, instead relying on uncertain memories to take him to someplace different. someplace more secure...

is a stroke at fault for this? he doesn't think so. he'd have more symptoms, he's sure of it.

after a while, he finally sends a number. Harley will recognize it as a single year younger than he was the other day.]

[itistolaugh]

[ Oh my god, he's so old that even when he turns into a baby version he's STILL old. ]

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH so YOU dont remember me either????

[pushtheboundaries]

should I?

[itistolaugh]

[ His inbox is about to EXPLODE with cute pics of the two of them together. Karaoke, posing in front of the Space Princess movie poster, pajama parties, IN BED. ]

:P

[pushtheboundaries]

[what the fuck

no, really. he...he feels like he should remember more than this, and it's like there's something at the back of his mind fighting for more, something buried and hidden and - no, not trapped. just...

gone.

he thumbs through these pictures, and then through the rest on the comm, almost desperately searching for meaning but finding...none.

finally;]

what are we?

[itistolaugh]

i have NO IDEA

[pushtheboundaries]

[that doesn't help, dammit.]

whatever it was, it's not now. things are different.

[a few seconds, and then he sends another text.]

sorry.

[itistolaugh]

ok but thats like the 3rd time youve said that so whatever

where ARE you?? im worried now

[pushtheboundaries]

[cue the ignoring]

[itistolaugh]

[ You know what? No. Nope. Nuh uh. ]

robert im pregnant

[pushtheboundaries]

[pushtheboundaries]

bullshit

[HE HOPES...]

[itistolaugh]

[ time to send a picture of a positive pregnancy test that she totally didn't pull off page 4 of google results ]

[pushtheboundaries]

when did you get a tan

[itistolaugh]

[ Whoops. ]

its spring now people GO OUTSIDE which i know is a strange and foreign concept for you that there is a world outside of work

[pushtheboundaries]

[...]





I barely remember you
you don't know what we are
and you're telling me you're pregnant.

[just so he has this story straight]

[itistolaugh]

we were friends and we hooked up a few times and then stopped talking a while and then you had a heart attack

facebook status its complicated

now will you PLEASE tell me where you are so we can talk about this face to face like grownups

[pushtheboundaries]

[...................]

de chima.

[it's half a test; would she know about his 'safe' place here?]

[itistolaugh]

fine

ill bring lunch

[pushtheboundaries]

[if she can find him.

not that he's...hiding or anything. he's sitting at the table in his workshop, staring at the papers spread across it. he's already taken to wearing the bracers he found here, and a few more pieces that can be worn under his...'activewear'. dressed in black from neck to toe - his balaclava is set on the table, mask staring upwards at him in silent judgement - he wonders if this sense of impending doom is normal.

either way, it's setting him on edge. at least he's solved the mystery of the earpiece; it's attached to the sensors by the front door. when it opens, however silently, he should be aware.]

[itistolaugh]

[ She shows up eventually, with takeout from the only noodle place in De Chima he'd deemed decent.

Her confident stride slows when she takes in the state of things. When did he start a goth phase? When did he get a mask? ]

Oh, what in the hell?

[pushtheboundaries]

[other than looking over his shoulder towards her, he doesn't do much - but there's a look in his eyes, a narrow intensity as he gauges her, paranoia whispering about the possibility of a threat, about getting others involved - but involved in what? this isn't San Fransokyo. from what he can tell, there isn't a San Fransokyo. no SFIT, just Xavier's...

he frowns, finally turning away. well, at least she seems to be realizing that things are different from...whatever they were before.]