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[stillarhino]

Y'all still usin' voicemail? That's wack, yo. Just send me a message or somethin'.

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[katonking]

[Ema was 100% about to leave a voicemail until she heard it and then she immediately hung up and sent a text. How dare this child imply that she's old without even knowing that he's calling her that?]

Hey kid did the sharktopus thing kill you? You up for some adventuring?

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[stillarhino]

Sharktopus? The hell's that supposed to be?

[Yeah, no he got stuck on that first.]

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[katonking]

You haven't heard about it? It's exactly what it sounds like.

sender: Oriphi

[hearthwarming]

[ some number of days after the lot of them confront Eustace's noctaere form, Ori sends Beat a message. She would have done so sooner, but... if she's to be honest, she's needed her own time and space to process everything, which has involved a lot of strongly encouraged bedrest with some frantic foraging and potion-brewing when energy allows.

But she doesn't let herself forget to see how the young man is doing. Especially knowing that he'd gotten injured during the fight... an incident which she surely blames on herself. ]

Hello Beat,

I hope you are recovering somewhat smoothly... Now that you know where my house is, please don't hesitate to visit if you need any additional healing...

By the way, where is your house? I'd like to drop by with a few things for you, if you would be okay with that.

Ori

sender: beat

[stillarhino]

[Beat himself had been lying low for a couple of days after the events at the cliffside. That in itself was unusual, considering how loud and full of energy he usually is. But after the adrenaline had worn off, he found himself tired and lethargic for reasons he couldn't explain. Was it because of how exposed he had been to the nightmare energy both in the cave and out by the lake?

It surprises him at first when he receives a message from Ori, but a small smile eventually makes its way onto his lips as he begins to write back.]

yo ori im doing aight
yeah im cool with it
you coming by soon?

[He proceeds to give her the directions to his place, found on the east side of the residential district.]

> action

[hearthwarming]

Yes, I will be there soon!

[ And that's all she says, in writing, before she sets off. It doesn't take her very long to reach the east side of the residential district where Beat's treehouse is; once she quickly checks back in the pages of her journal to make sure she's at the right place, she knocks quietly on the door. ]

Hey, there... It's Ori.

[ And whenever Beat answers the door, she'll be there with a basket full of healing potions on her arm. ]

ive come for my pound of h/c

[everblooms]

[ The logical thing to do would be to message him first, to try and figure out where they could meet, but Aerith's making it a point to be out of the house today. She wants to see everyone she can, and there's one voice she just knows she needs to hear. ]

Heya. [ She finds him wherever she can, perhaps by chance, but it is her intention to find Beat. When she does, she's dressed in her pink dress and red jacket, which he hasn't had a chance to see her in. They met while she was wearing the blue pinafore for Dorothy's costume, and then she had been wearing a top and skirt the night of the... incident. ]

Miss me? [ She's smiling, holding out a basket of apples for him to take. It's more than one person needs, but she wasn't sure if he would want something else. For a woman who had been pinned own like a specimen for inspection days ago, she's up and moving and surprisingly cheerful. She tilts her head, still beaming. ]

This is for you. I picked them, they're very fresh. Take 'em.

and h/c you shall receive

[stillarhino]

[Beat hadn't seen Aerith since the night of the incident. It wasn't that he was avoiding her either, but it was only recently that he'd gotten back to leaving his home more regularly.

She finds him sitting on a bench by the plaza, his leg propped up on the seat. A notebook decorated with stickers lies open, pressed up against his leg, a half-done sketch drawn on the visible page. He looks mostly the same as that night at the cliffside, albeit in a different black hoodie. Though Beat didn't have his headphones, it didn't seem like he heard Aerith walk up.]

Hey.

[He looks up to her when she greets him and he can't help but stare at her for a moment. There were times at night when he would still see the image of her hanging up against that pillar in the cavern, and a pang of helplessness shot through him again. It was the same feeling he had felt that night after returning from searching for the necklace.

But he shakes his head, jarring himself back to the present... Should she be moving around like that already? Beat reaches for the basket, his eyes growing large upon realizing just how many apples were in here.]

These all seriously for me?

[everblooms]

[ It's on the tip of her tongue to comment that he looks like he's seen a ghost. He's not Eustace, however, so she's not going to be that mean, instead, she just lets go of the basket and then settles onto the bench next to him, shoulder to shoulder. People watching seems like a good way to pass the time, but that's clearly not what he was doing. She looks, nosy as always, and then her gaze flits back up to Beat's face. ]

Yep, all for you. It's thanks, y'know, for everything.

[ She's sure it was hard, still, coming back to all that carnage. She's almost thankful she wasn't awake to see the reactions; Eustace is already being put through the wringer, she's sure. ]

I was thinking today... I had to get out and see people. So, tell me something. What have you been up to?

[ Just keep talking, Beat. That's all she wants. ]

sender: shirou

[projections]

Beat! Hello? Anyone home?

Do you still wanna eat hotpot? I've settled in well enough so it might be a good time for that.

[stillarhino]

yo shirou
hell yeah im down for some hotpot
when you making it?

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[roseofmay]

[Beatrix, being of archaic times and just in general, not a fan of the journal system, rarely makes use of it. More oft than not, she'd rather leave a hand-written missive. Given she doesn't actually know where Beat lives, however, that's a bit out of the realm of possibility.

Regardless, there is no time like the present to check on him. Never mind that it's been over a month since the rubbish with Noctaere Eustace occurred.]

Beat,

I had wished to enquire on your status. I understand it has been some time since we all have seen one another, but it seemed prudent. I am still following up with the others as well.

- Beatrix

[stillarhino]

[Of everyone who had been there that night, Beat had interacted with Beatrix the least. He had helped her back up after Eustace seemed to have snapped out of it, but that was the end of it. In fact, it took him a while to piece together who Beatrix even was, only having heard her name being called out by the others when they were at Ori's place.

He only writes back when he remembers who she was and what he looked like.]

yo patch im doing aight
you right about it being a bit
hows about you? you holding up okay

11/26; sender: Oriphi

[hearthwarming]

[ sometime during the night of the bachelor party... ]

Hello, Beat!

I hope you are enjoying yourself at the bachelor party! Is everything going well?

sender: beat

[stillarhino]

[It's more than a few minutes before Ori gets a reply. While Beat's handwriting has always been a bit messy, his writing right now is nearly illegible.]

YOOO ORIIII
WE DOING GOOD YO

That Valentines Thing

[mwehehe]

[Being forced to go to this masquerade thing was terrible; this sort of environment was A Lot, even if the food could be anything she wanted, her friends were probably here, and she definitely wasn't alone in how out of place she felt.

Hah, she was definitely an out of place object, wasn't she? Aaah this was the worst, though. So many people... but something catches her eye with a skull motif. Was that Ryuji? Was he here?! Her favourite idiot that she cried over when she thought he was dead!

Taking her things (because really, she does have chocolates with her just in case!) she'll jog over, ignoring the amount of people as best she can.]

Hey! Heeeeey! Skull! When did you get here?!

[stillarhino]

[When Beat started the day, he had no idea that he would be forced into a carriage by mice of all things, and dressed up in a mask and formal attire for whatever event was being held at this castle. While he was usually okay with most parties, this definitely wasn't his usual scene feeling like it was a bit too stuffy for his tastes. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to make the most out of it, having just gotten a plate of takoyaki from the dragon server.

It had been hard to recognize most people since he got here, so when someone calls out to this Skull person, he doesn't recognize voice nor the person that approaches him. She probably wasn't talking to him either considering she was shouting out to someone named Skull. But he looks over his shoulder anyway, trying to see if there was anyone else that she was referring to before the girl closes in the distance between them.

There's no way she means him, right?]

Lookin' for a friend a' yours?

action / backdated to mid-late june

[pactmarshal]

[ Huh.

It's weird to find oneself making peace with a hopeful situation that may never come to pass, only to find that peace torn asunder only weeks later. Hope Trahearne had decided to let go hits him like a dolyak at high speed, and once he and his brother part, he's left in a daze.

It's a very strange feeling. He isn't sure what to do with himself.

The firstborn finds himself wandering towards the memorial wall, and he finds Beat where he is hoping to see him. Without much acknowledgement at all--his expression is still a bit blank, his eyes unfocused in the middle distance--he comes to sit on the ground by his adopted little brother, no matter what he may be doing. ]

[stillarhino]

[The once empty wall was now littered with an assortment of paintings, graffiti, and sayings—all of which had been contributed by the dreamwalkers who partook in taking down the Story Eater in some way or form. While most had only spent the day working on their pieces, Beat found himself returning more than once, to add more or to polish the latest piece of art he'd put up on the wall.

Today was one such day. He'd been busying himself with his work, music on his headphones at full blast. He doesn't hear Trahearne coming, but a moment out of the corner of his eye catches his attention.]

Nightlight?

[Pausing in his work, he slips off his headphones and turns down the volume. While he didn't mind the company, this certainly was a surprise.]

Yo— [Huh, that's weird.] Why you lookin' like you was left out to dry, man?

on Beat's birthday :)

[mwehehe]

[Hey Beat. Every did the doorbell ditch?! Well, it's happening to you now!

Once he's answered, there's no one there but there's a couple of cupcakes (covered, of course) with a skull and headphones decorated on them, and a longer box hastily wrapped.

The note on the box reads:

We were curry buddies before... you know... ᵉʰᵉʰᵉ(*/∇＼⭒) so this was the most fitting thing I could give you: the Yellow Featherman. Curry is his favourite thing to eat.

Happy birthday, Bones.

Inside the box he will, indeed, find a high quality Yellow Featherman figure, from her own set of figures.]

[stillarhino]

[For a moment, he's confused to find no one at the door but he quickly sees what's been left behind. He never expected anything on his birthday much less food and a gift.

Inside, he reads the note, smiling fondly at the all-too-familiar handwriting. Even if she wasn't around, he could feel the shyness emanating from what she had written.

Once the gift is unwrapped, he immediately places it on his desk, somewhere he's at often when he's at home. The figure stands tall over his sketches and drawing implements, serving him as a reminder of who it was from as well.

He's going to have to thank Futaba in person later.]

:3c you know what this is

[mwehehe]

[After the Story Eater is defeated and things are returning to normal, Futaba makes her way to Beat's home, where she'd been told he'd been released to after getting patched up and healing enough to be able to be in his own space.

To make sure that she's not emptyhanded, she's got some of the same curry ramen cups (many of them) he brought to her after they had established a friendship after their crane adventure. She's got some other ingredients to spice it up, as a good shut-in would have, and some drinks. Also in tow is her laptop should the Featherman urge bite them, though she doesn't expect it. She does, after all, have some explaining to do about the nightmare version of Wakaba.

Once Futaba is at his door— no notice prior, because she didn't think of that; the only thing on her mind was checking in on him in person— she knocks... and waits.]

SLAMS TABLE it is time

[stillarhino]

[While his injuries hadn't completely healed, Beat was glad to finally be back in his own space after the events of the Story Eater. Being stuck in a clinic with little to do was driving him up the wall, even if it had only been for a few short days. It didn't help that he couldn't stop wondering if everyone else had made it out fine too after everything, most of all Futaba.

There were still times when he caught himself thinking about their last interaction... The noise that had nearly gotten him, the creature that turned out to be her mother, Futaba seemingly having gone noctaere, and, lastly, the kiss she had left on his forehead before they parted. It had taken him by surprise, enough that he couldn't get a word out before she had left.

Neither of them had really made a move to further their relationship since their confession to each other on Valentine's. Even Beat had tried to convince himself that what he'd done for her for White Day had simply been his way of paying her back for her own gift. Deep down, he knew that was a lie.

His gaze moves over to the windowsill where two yellow lilies sat. It was amazing that he'd been able to keep them alive for so long, but he had a feeling that he would have to part with one of them sooner rather than later.

The knock on the door breaks him out of his stupor with a light bwuh along with it. He drops the bandages he was holding, having been in the middle of replacing them before his mind drifted elsewhere. He pulls his sleeveless shirt back on with some difficulty before heading to answer the door.]

...Shorty?

[Speak of the devil... He wasn't sure how soon he would see her again, but a light flush blooms on his cheeks, suddenly feeling as if he were caught red-handed with his thoughts.

A patch covers a side of his forehead and a few scratches can be seen on his arms. While most of the bruises seemed to be well on their way to healing, it's hard not to notice the badly adjusted bandage around one arm, and the bit sticking out from under his shirt around his shoulder, likely to have come from the Noise that had caught him off-guard.]

backdated to like 2/12

[multidisciplinary]

Beat, I expect Link has not told you this, so I shall do so on his behalf. February 18th will mark his 22nd birthday. I apologize for not informing you sooner, but I have [ "been trying to avoid people ever since my dream" ] been busy.

[stillarhino]

hold up
no shit?
you got anything planned for him?