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[nakedsingularity]

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text: un North

[brickbat]

Hey. Listen, there are not a lot of human people I would bother saying this to; jury’s still out on whether or not it’s not a waste of time anyway.

Try to cut Connor some slack. He’s got a week’s worth of feeling anything trying to combat a small fortune in programming, and he’s going to have to deal with that for a long time. It takes a lot of energy to fight your own fucking brain all the time, and he’s trying to help as best he can anyway.

Just give it a shot. That’s all I’m asking. If you can’t, I’m the last person who’s gonna expect you to justify that.

[nakedsingularity]

<sub>[Gross, a call-out and a real talk? Don't pull your punches or anything, North. For someone just discovering sentience, you sure know how to guilt trip like a pro.

It's because she's perfectly aware that North has a point and that she's in the bad state of mind that leads to working her aggression out on others--android men delivering the 5 o'clock news, for instance--that she takes a while to respond. Digesting. Readjusting.]</sub>

I'll try. Can't make any promises, though. They didn't install the playing nice program on me.

text / un: kendrick

[nojockey]

[ there are no actual words in the text, just a photo of Henry's graffitied artwork of Corr on the brick wall of a building. ]

[nakedsingularity]

_{[She should have guessed. Sherlock Holmes is a Brit, after all.]}

You mastered the camera? That's great.

_{[She's clapping, really.]}

un: Connor / text

[metanoias]

Hello,

I wanted to apologize for my behavior. I believe I've made you uncomfortable, which was not my intention.

I hope we can become friends.

[nakedsingularity]

_{[What the hell is this about?]}

Did she put you up to this, or did you eat a doughnut? Can androids eat doughnuts?

text | un: wolverine | after logan's 42 hour nap

[danzan]

Why does the house smell like the ocean?

[nakedsingularity]

What?

_{[Is this what a stroke looks like?]}

Delivery on the 24th via Delivery Dogs

[therapissed]

[A neatly wrapped box is delivered containing an assortment of chocolate and gingerbread cutout cookies - enough to share between everyone in the house.

With it is a small hand-written note, the chicken-scratch writing just barely legible:]

Happy holidays.

- B

P.S. Please don't just eat these as one meal.

[nakedsingularity]

_{[Cookies from Bruce Banner? Eat your heart out, Townes. Later, when she has a free moment between all the drama in the house (read: not actual drama, just Henry being in a Mood and having a bad association with change), she sends Bruce a text.]}

My doctor's recommending more sugar in my diet? Got it. I hear you loud and clear.

Thanks. You didn't have to go out of your way.

_{[She thinks about sending "Merry Christmas" back but her grinchy homesickness doesn't lend itself to wanting to enable Deerington's holidays.]}

delivered around the 30th

[tagartist]

[ Two wrapped boxes; one that's filled with various colors of spray paint and another with a batch of brownies in them. ]

The brownies have a kick. Eat one at a time. Can be frozen for up to three months and still remain potency, yada, yada.

Go paint the town for me.

- Chloe

text.

[shoplifter]

[After this shitshow-]

I hurt someone on accident.

They're not dead.

I just need some time away, if you wonder where I am.

yELLS

[nakedsingularity]

<sub>[It takes a moment--a sinking moment, where the world seems to be tipping on its side--for the words to process. She could have written this at a particular point in time, that's the disorienting, nauseating part. To be on the receiving end inspires a feeling she can't name, a mix of dread and muted fear and burning curiosity for who. And what. And how.

She could ask. She could ask all of those things, and she wants to. But it dawns on her that if she had written this on the day of Clay's accident, and all of the awful things since--would she have answered? It's a disconcerting feeling, having a foot on either side of the line.

She chews her lip. She debates. Tries to move at Laura's pace and express she'd rather have her here than elsewhere without hanging it on the expectation of a rapid-fire interrogation.]</sub>

Okay. You don't have to stay away from the house to avoid getting grilled. We don't have to get into it.

_{[Today. Later... is a different thing. But today, no.]}

Are YOU okay? Like physically.

o/

[4thwaller]

hey there killer
you're a mutant right???
logan and magnet dick were trying to open up professor sexist's school for the goody goodies who follow the rules here
you were on their little nerdy do gooder list right??

\o/

[nakedsingularity]

_{[Guess she knows Logan broke his word about keeping her abilities under wraps. It's hard to be mad at someone she's probably never going to see again.]}

No.

audio; aka daddy's checking in

[castle]

[ don't mind this miscellaneous phone call.

it's not creepy at all!! ]

Hey, kid, uh — you eating alright?

voice;

[nakedsingularity]

_{[This is--unexpected. But maybe not altogether surprising. Given their odd, shared acquaintance with a certain mutant girl, he of all people probably knows her living arrangements are less than ideal.]}

Yeah. Still kicking.

_{[A moment's pause.]}

Is she with you?

_{[Are they all right on their end?]}

text / un: kendrick

[nojockey]

I may have just done something stupid, so if I die please remember only the good parts.

[nakedsingularity]

You're not funny.

What are you talking about?

text.

[thebigred]

[ This is a long time coming. That was August and this is December and he should've said something sooner. Much sooner. There were a few times where he picked up his Fluid but talking about emotions is hard and he could never figure out what he wanted to say and then he was asleep in a creepy cocoon for three days and things changed.

Maybe it's the Raven haunting him. Maybe it's just the weight of everything over the last year, but he knows he can't put this off any longer. ]

sorry

that awkward moment 2020 devours you

[nakedsingularity]

<sub>[This could be over anything. This could mean anything. "Sorry, wrong number" or "sorry, the teacher asked where you were and I didn't cover for you this time" or "sorry for the dick pic, I was drunk."

If only.]</sub>

What?

delivery | Christmas Eve

[kiseijuu]

[ Delivered to Henry is a package containing:

— a note: 'Happy Holidays! Stay warm and well. — Shinichi'
— a large ceramic mug with a travel lid; he has no idea what Henry's style is, but he figures everyone could use more mugs for cold days
— a small box of fudge brownies. These were actually made by his sentient alien hand who has developed an interest in baking, but Shinichi opts to leave that detail out... ]

xmas!!!!

[4thwaller]

[ By their front door, next to Peter's shirt, Henry will find a piece of coal with a to from sticker on it addressed to her from Wade. ]

text; un: castle

[castle]

hey kid

hadn't had the chance with all this shit going on but
been meaning to tell you

sorry about what happened on the ship
about not remembering you
it's all back now

let's pretend Henry answers her texts on time unlike me

[nakedsingularity]

Good to know.

_{[She considers coming out of the gate with some mild ribbing, questioning him as to what she's done to warrant the PSA, but... honestly, it is good to hear. She resists her knee-jerk impulses.]}

Nothing to apologize for. We had bigger problems at the time, aka the Titanic and the city under the sea from hell. Why, worried I preferred the new you?

oh hello don't mind me

[creidim]

[ Perhaps with the exception of passing greetings when she'd visit, or the times she's called on Peter and he hadn't answered the door, Luna hasn't really had much interaction with the girl Peter lives with. Peter's spoken of her sometimes, but nothing in great detail — so she knows very little about her. A little prickly, Luna thinks. Distant. But she seems nice. But she can also imagine she's had plenty to deal with, considering Peter's possession situation. And it's not easy. Luna might be heavily entwined in that particular web, but Henry lives in it — and it's a lot to deal with on top of the regular misfortunes Deerington likes to bring each month.

Early in September, Luna visits for her usual hanging out with Peter. With the coolness of autumn and the fading light that arrives quickly in the evenings, it feels like a good time to start cracking out the hot chocolate — enjoy some peaceful silence of the evening the early month seems to have before their worlds change once more. Peter tells her that Henry's upstairs in her room, and Luna peers down at the saucepan of warming milk and cocoa and has a kind thought. ]

Hello, Henry—! [ It's a little while later, hot chocolates made and they're about to sit out on the porch for a while. Her voice is its usual dreamy cheer as she calls through the wood of the door. ] It's— it's Luna—!

Peter and I are having hot chocolate, and I thought you might like some too. [ She stoops to place the mug just in front of the bedroom door. It's probably the most ridiculously fancy hot chocolate ever to grace this house. Luna doesn't mess around with sweet treats, okay. ] I'll just leave it outside your door, if you'd like it. Drink it before it gets cold.

[ And with that, she leaves her to it. ]

o/ hay girl hayyyyy get in here

[nakedsingularity]

[One would think after being deafened by music and bombarded by haunted TV sets for nearly a month a person would be interested in giving music and electronics a rest, especially in conjunction, but this is not the case for someone like Henry. Some of her most zen moments involve rattling her eardrums while working out her next project in her sketchbook. It's different when it's her choice. (And nothing is trying to kill her or possess her... right that second, anyway.)

This is what she happens to be doing, belly-down on an unmade bed surrounded by colored pencils and scraps of paper, when Luna knocks. The knock itself and the first few words are drowned out by a drumbeat and chorus, but as the muffled English lilt breaks between notes, she realizes it's not speaker noise. She pushes her headphones off her ears.]

What?

[Something about being left at the door? Something about getting cold?

Please hold. She has to de-beached whale herself to get up, and by that time Luna--she recognizes that witchy, perpetually-10%-stoned voice as Luna's--has already hit the stairs leading down. It's only a second or two before her Fluid gets a new message.]

👍☕

[A little prickly and aloof, yes, but also easily won with free chocolate and Instagram-worthy kitchen witch'd drinks.]

Holy shit, Willy Wonka.

gift | December 25th

[possessum]

[ Holidays aren't exactly relevant to his brand of demon, but Paimon's curiosity and desire to learn have had him very interested in what's going on with this. When he learned it was a time of giving, it's definitely been on his radar. Maintaining his bonds with others in this place is extremely important for him; he often bestows little gifts to people. Now here's a time designated for that.

He's been practicing his art, and he's evolved to making more detailed miniatures again (something a past self used to do.....) Now, Henry isn't exactly on the top of his Gift-Giving List. But even if it may be hard to believe, there is a certain respect for his housemate. A certain balance he tries to maintain. Left in her room (....where he knows she doesn't like him to go, so perhaps this is the equivalent of a cat peeing on its owner's bed) is a figure:


The little doll is very intricately made, comprised of different pieces and parts of random things he's been collecting over time, glued and fastened together. What... it means exactly, is hard to say. Perhaps it's more about the emotion it conveys. (Is it how he sees her? How she makes him feel? Maybe both). Happy Holidays, Loud Mean Girl. 👑 ]

gift | December 25th

[possessum]

[ Aaaaand cursed demon housemate gifts aside, Henry'll also be receiving a dumb teenage housemate gift: a super dope hoodie and trippy beanie to match.

There's a little card with it that reads:
'Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal :P' ]

december 25th

[creidim]

[ At some point close to Christmas, or even probably on Christmas day, Luna's around at Henry and Peter's place. Peter probably invited her over for dinner, in all honesty. But mushy things aside between Luna and Peter, there's also a small gift left for Henry: a set of metallic paints.

There's a little note: Merry Christmas, Henry. — Luna ]