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[catholicisms]

"You missed me, I'll get back to you. If you're leaving a message, I'd prefer voice to text. Thanks."

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@wayne

[pearlstrings]

I didn't see you at the lake.
Are you alright?

[catholicisms]

I was there, but I'm in one piece. That's what matters. What about you?

[pearlstrings]

Some of my pieces are better than others.

But thank you. I'm relieved to hear that.
I'm sure the rest of the barflys are too.

at some point during the flowers blooming (probably before she tries burning anything)

[ultraviolents]

[ the constant scent of the blooming flowers is enough to leave anyone nauseated, let alone someone with matthew's enhanced senses. and that would be bad enough without the injury sustained from trying to rescue whatever items possible from the ferry before it went down. if you asked elektra, she would say she's not well equipped to care for anyone, but she shows up at his door after stopping by the store anyway, a few supplies in hand that she's not sure will help or not.

she knocks lightly at his door, waiting for whatever response he's capable of making. ]

BURN IT ALL BABE

[catholicisms]

( Matt is, safe to say, not expecting company.

he's never one to admit a weakness, much less openly show one. so since the carrion blooms started, he's kept himself isolated to his house. not that because it's safe from the smell, though if there is a wonderland out there somewhere he'd love to know about it. he'd crawl there if he had to. mostly it's because he can't go outside where the smell is stronger without losing his lunch. or, more accurately, losing some stomach acid, because he has most certainly not been eating.

he's 100% miserable, between feeling sick, overwhelmed with the smell, and his shoulder. all in all, he's relegated himself to occasionally browsing the tablet and accomplishing any task that doesn't require him leaving his house. at present he's a sad lump on his sofa, and was planning to remain so for at least an hour yet when he hears the knock.

truthfully he considers ignoring it. there's no proof he's here, he doesn't want the company. even after he recognizes the heartbeat, he still considers it. their traipse out of the woods was shameful enough, wasn't it? he considers, and ultimately ignores, his gut instinct to just pretend he doesn't exist until she goes away. )

It's not locked. ( he doesn't exactly shout it, but it's loud enough that she'll hear it, even on the other side of the door. he's not going to open it for her, being that close to the smell of the outdoors is asking for disaster. )

SHE'S GONNA

[ultraviolents]

[ she doubted he was, and maybe she should have tried sending a message before coming by, but she knows exactly how that would have gone. she would have asked how he was feeling and he would have insisted he was fine, no matter how far from the truth that was. eletkra is still trying to respect boundaries, but him denying or refusing help doesn't help anything but his pride.

she opens the door as quietly as she can and slips inside quickly to keep as little air from getting inside as possible, giving the place a brief once-over before her eyes land on him. her lips press together underneath the protection of her collar (it doesn't offer her much protection from the smell, but it's better than nothing) and she goes to crouch in front of him, pushing some hair out of his face as she tries to get a good look at him. ]

I can't imagine you feel much better than you look. [ the words are to maintain the same level of camaraderie they've been sharing as of late, but her voice reflects genuine concern. ]

nov. 1 - lose your souls - un:jupitersgrace [voice]

[notthatjason]

I'm at the church. It looks like a lot of everyone's missing items were finally returned. For some reason your glasses were tucked into one of my shirts. Are you around?

[catholicisms]

( depends on how you define 'around'. since Matt realized something wandered off with his glasses, Matt has been looking for them. so far to no luck. )

Is that where everything ended up? ( at least the missing items weren't lost to the dark, he supposes. ) I can be there in ten minutes or so. ...your shirts, huh? At least they let me keep mine.

[notthatjason]

It looks like it. If other people didn't get them back from the spirits first I guess. I'll keep them safe until you get here.

[There's the sound of a sigh]

Yeah it's been...cold. But at least it was only a short time.

[inthenightmods]

[After the Night Market has descended back into the lake, MATTHEW MURDOCK receives an inbox message!]

THANK YOU FOR PURCHASING six (6) HINT(S) FROM DR. SCHICKSAL'S HINT-O-MATIC. YOUR PAYMENT HAS BEEN PROCESSED.

[1. He loses hearing in one ear.

2. He loses his sense of smell.

3. He's always kinda sweaty.

4. He forgets an important skill.

5. He's immune to alcohol's effects.

6. He gets Natasha Bedingfield's Pocketful of Sunshine stuck constantly in his head.

All of these effects last until the next full moon.]

AUDIO

[lunchbreaks]

[ Technically a downloadable file, on the 25th December Matt will receive this message: ]

Hello Matt,

I wasn't sure what sort of books you might like, but I thought you might enjoy this one. Happy Christmas.

[ And then a downloadable file to an audiobook. The narrator should sound extremely familiar, and it's performed with great care. It's "A Midsummer Night's Dream." ]

[catholicisms]

( good lord... . . . . . this is adorable. Matt needed to get Elektra to help him download the file, but once he did... he has to send a message in return. )

I wouldn't have guessed you were a fan of Shakespeare. You do the play a great deal of justice.

Thank you.

( it's unexpected, but... appreciated?? ? ? why is someone doing a nice thing for him what is happening )

[lunchbreaks]

Oh, thank you so much. I do also like his tragedies, though I thought perhaps something a little light might be in order.

If you have requests, there might be chapters or passages of literature I could recite for you!

[ He means from memory, but he forgets that Matt doesn't know there aren't a whole lot of great choices at the library or general store. ]

@keeper; text

[beaconkeeper]

Merry Christmas!!

[Robin sends along a link to an app for Matt to download. The app is called SONGBIRD, and as soon as Matt opens it up, a song starts to play!

Upon further exploration of the app, it seems to be a music-sharing service that links directly to Robin's personal music library. Which, uh, she's been here a while and has been collecting music since she arrived, so her collection is freakishly expansive. Like, every song you could ever want to hear? It's on the app.

Characters will also be able to create and share playlists if they choose, and hey, it looks like one's already been created! It's a playlist specifically for Matt, and it's chalk full of classic rock.

Enjoy your limitless jukebox, Matt. It has accessibility features too so that anyone in Beacon will be able to operate it, and there's a button to easily share the app with the rest of the network. (Let us know if he shares it!)]

[catholicisms]

( wow, wtf at how adorable this is?? ? ? he's verklempt!! )

Merry Christmas.

Thank you. It might sound ridiculous, but I've missed music.

( enough that he was out playing piano just to have something musical in his life, Robin is essentially a life saver. )

[beaconkeeper]

It's not ridiculous!! I would be like totally DYING without my tunes, dude! I'm right there with ya.

Do you play any instruments or anything like that?

text -- backdated to Christmas

[notthatjason]

[Attached is a picture taken just outside the church. It's a small army of tiny snowmen (no taller than 5-10 inches) or perhaps more accurately snow sigillaria. If you look, each snowman has an initial on its belly to correspond to the people Jason considers himself close to. Written in the snow are the words: Happy Saturnalia & Merry Christmas.

He couldn't find enough gifts for everyone he wanted to, so he sculpted these an sent out a sort of Christmas card instead. Of course, the snowmen are still there in person for the foreseeable future.]

voice -- sent a few minutes later (cause player is an idiot and also got in a groove)

[notthatjason]

Hey. Sorry about the last message I sent. I was excited to share my work. Next time you're at the church check out the snowmen I made for everyone. It was sort of a Christmas gift or greeting card. The one I made for you is towards the back, about 7 inches tall with your initial on it.

action, mid jan

[policier]

( They meet as they usually do, at the halfway point between the Invincible and the village, near the Bonfire Square. It's day after the spirits appeared, and the inspector is as anxious as Matt has ever known him to be. They are nearby somewhere, playing their incessant, unsettling music, and when the other man is in Javert's line of sight, he goes to his side immediately. )

I trust you know of our predicament?

( He didn't want to speak about it over the network. Ever since the siege, he hasn't trusted it, and that is especially true when it's the spirits he wishes to discuss. )

a million years later

[catholicisms]

( he has heard. if Matt is good at anything, it's obsessively listening to any updates on the network. he listens to things he doesn't even respond to, for lack of other things to listen to. well, lack of any other productive things to listen to.

he does listen to music sometimes, now, thanks to Robin.

it's true, he's far more used to Javert being collected, solemn even. Matt notices, but doesn't mention. probably be a strange thing for even a seeing person to mention, truthfully. )

I've heard. Some sort of spirit parade. Back home, parades were supposed to be joyful. ( which is saying without saying he gets the feeling this one will be anything but. ) I wonder if they have a certain path they follow.

( he bets Javert is wondering the same thing. )

A SEALED NOTE. ( backdated: jan 21, tuesday. )

[sunborne]

A ridiculously sealed note is left at Matt's place. When he manages to finally open it - why? so much tape?? - he'll see the following message written in a surprisingly neat cursive script:

Hi Mr. Matthew,

I wanted to let you and the other people who fell asleep during the events and dreamt know the following: You can write to Dr. Solis and tell her what you dreamt.

You can do so at the Post Office. Postmaster General will send your letter to her.

And I hate doing this part but I really, really I'm asking pretty please to write to Dr. Solis and share your experiences with her. I wasn't able to find Mr. Elliot in the directory so I think he's gone. Meaning some details will be missing since his POV isn't around.

Thanks,
Daylight.

(And no.... Day will not realise what he's doing by sending this note............)

voicemail (???) | post-her thread with wanda

[ultraviolents]

Wanda needs to stay with us for a few days.

[catholicisms]

( not a lot of context, babe, but ok... )

Of course. Would it be easier for me to stay at the hotel for a few days?

( he's happy to give them space if they need it. )

some point after 3/25

[ultraviolents]

[ after the raid on the facility where the spirits had been keeping them, elektra has been doing her best to recuperate. it's taking longer than she'd prefer it to, but that's to be expected given what they'd been doing to her and how hard she'd fought to get out. she still hates it, is furious at the weakness and lack of control that persists even after a couple days pass. at the same time she's relieved to be back and safe and on the mend, albeit with a strange green glint in her eyes that she's not sure whether or not she's really seeing when she looks in the bathroom mirror. she debates asking matthew about it, if he can sense anything different about her physiology beyond what her body is healing from, but he's worried enough and she's fine. or she'll be fine.

this is what she thinks, until the illness starts.

she can't recall ever experiencing sickness like this as an adult when she was alive; the only thing that comes close is the time the hand has poisoned her. this is how it had felt when the spirits had returned her after force feeding her their own kind but worse; the nausea only ebbing when the stomach cramps kick in and her whole body trembling with fever and chills.

the first round of vomiting has her regulating herself to the couch downstairs, not trusting her legs to take her back up to bed after she'd nearly stumbled down them in her haste to make it to the bathroom. she's curled up underneath a blanket, eyes closed in an attempt to get some rest before she starts losing whatever remains in her stomach. ]

[catholicisms]

( matt can't see the odd tint to her eyes, that's true. but it isn't true to say he doesn't notice something is wrong. it's little things, the way she pulls back. the space between them. the things she's not saying. the distance that she doesn't mention but he feels, all the same. and maybe that could just be a result of everything she's been through, and he has to remind himself that's fair. even with all the discussion of what happened, he doesn't really know what it's like to have lived it. he has no idea what she's going through, as much as he wants to be there for her.

it goes from bad to worse. she's sick, physically so. her body is revolting against something, and he can't really guess what. she's not told him exactly hat happened in the medical center, beyond a few mentions when they were escaping. Matt hasn't wanted to push. it might be a bit of a stretch to guess what is happening now is related to the attack, but the fact remains they haven't had much reason to be sick since they've arrived in their afterlife. beyond him being sick from the smell of rotting corpse flower, they've both been healthy.

it might be a hell of a guess, but he has to all the same assume that something that happened in her captivity is to blame for how ill she feels now. it just reminds him of exactly how powerless he is; there's little he can protect her from, here. not even the mundanity of feeling ill.

she's laying on the couch and while she didn't necessarily ask for company, he rubs her shoulder, anyway. ) Here. Maybe this will help. ( it's a teeny, tensile offering... but a cup of tea would be the most she's put down in a few days. and he's worried, he can't help it. )