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[Adjust based upon what the hell Enoch's up to. (Or, to put it another way, if he's busy as balls on day 18, then we can move it to day 19. This is flexible.)]

you're the man who came from before the flood? heard about you.

[...if only there was an easier way of handling stuff like that when he's 90% sure he's got the right person, but at the same time just jumping to, "Sup, gonna interrogate you." just feels weird. You know? Besides, he's probably got a roommate right now and can't concentrate on wording.

So okay. Gonna go with that.]

we haven't talked but i got a few questions for you.

hey blondie
where are you and the rest of the kindergarten brigade going to be in the next day or so?
i need to find a new tablet and the new half-pint needs someone who can actually haul them away from a monster if one turns up

-house

hi.

i'm back. i wanted you to know and i wanted to tell you it wasnt your fault. i left it was my fault. i was stupid.

i'm sorry

[It's impossible to see Frisk's face, but their voice is practically radiating energy. Excitement, really.]

He's back!

[A second message follows about a minute after the first. It's a fraction calmer but only a fraction]

Sans. He's back.

i stillcan not vents
but ilooked hosp ital basement mor gue
no NIMA no MN
noway to vents

[This message is sent to him very shortly after they send off their first message to Quark. They're still not very steady-sounding, but with a friend possibly in danger (for all they know), it can't wait.]

Do you know where Quark is? Um... [They're definitely really guilty.] All three of us got sick, and he must've gotten lost and we didn't see. I messaged him too but... I thought you might know.

[That's a good start, but... what if he doesn't know? They're worried.]

Um... do you know where Shelly Derrick's house is? That's where we were going. He might try to meet us there.

[They take a bit of a different tack with this conversation.]

Hey, um.

[a beat]

I'm sorry about what happened.

[About scaring everybody at least. They aren't sorry for saving Quark and Sans.]

Can I ask you something?

Hopefully this leaves you a message. I'm still learning how to use these devices. So similar to cellphones, but so different.

I wanted to thank you, more privately. Thank you in a better emotional state. Thank you for caring for Frisk.

I'm not quite sure what they've been up to whilst I was not here, but I am happy you kept an eye on them. I can only guess they've been trying to understand these anomalies.

[This is all kinds of embarrassing, but Steve is a problem-solver, OK, he just needs to suck it up.]

Hi, Enoch. Sorry, this is kinda out-of-the-blue, but do you mind if I ask you something? I remember a while ago, you had a bunch of condoms. You were using them to carry water, I believe. Can I ask where you found those?

[Here their voice wavers a bit more.]

Enoch... I have to find mom. Do you know where she is? Have you seen her?

This is Enoch, correct?

I'm so sorry, I know we haven't been introduced properly. But this is an emergency.

I know Clayton is a friend of yours, and I want to believe he trusts you. Clayton has just intentionally traveled off with Jack White, the man responsible for one death, a hostage situation, and many injuries over the last fourteen days. He's dangerous and mentally unstable.

I was travelling with Clayton until this morning, and I tried to get him to stop, to explain what he was doing wasn't safe, but he wouldn't listen. Too many people are upset at his behavior from yesterday and I don't know who else to properly ask, but... someone needs to talk sense into him before he gets himself killed.

[The message comes through late at night, in the early hours of morning really. It begins with a moment's static and silent, hesitation, the sound of an uncertain breath. Beckett speaks in a low whisper, trying not to wake anyone in the crowded house. He sounds hoarse and congested, generally unwell, but that is just his usual luck; what's more unusual is how subdued he sounds, how distant. Like this late at night he might almost be talking in a dream.]

... may ask you something, Enoch?

The epic of Gilgamesh is dated to circa 2100 BCE. That was a bloody long time ago. You've never had pancakes, have you?

[... maybe it's best not to ask.]

[It's 6AM, and Beckett sounds breathlessly agitated through the static, the question he shoots at Enoch almost a plea.]

Ang[static] all of us. That it's the nanoma[static]ctioning again. Do you feel it? Is it the same?

[Beckett's voice is soft, as it usually is when he speaks to Enoch. Contemplative, a little ragged, strangely open in the way he gets when something weighs on his mind.]

Enoch, you were a scribe, weren't you?

[John's feeling particularly bad about the way he spoke to Enoch when he'd been absent his memories, and the man has yet to respond to his other message, so that means a private response.]

Hey, Enoch... this is John. I've gotten my memories back, and I just wanted to apologize for the way I spoke to you a few days ago. You didn't deserve that, and I'm sorry.

yo enoch
whenever you stop being dead you better not pull that morgue experiment or i am going to flip a shit
just please come back
way too many people died from that experiment and for other reasons besides
and house lost his jackass filter so hes being even worse than usual about all of it
trying to encourage people to do more crazy experiments
i dont even know if you are back or when you will be but
its day 256 now
and tomorrow my group is going to try to open the sealed building
i dont know if it will work or what we might find if it does
so if you come back then and i dont answer that might be why
i dont know yet
just come back and stay safe
were going to try to be as safe as we can with this too

*He's not really in the right state of mind to do this, but he wants to know. To see if he can do anything to help those who were trapped with him.*

How are you feeling?

It's been awhile since we talked. How are you holding up?

[Dorian is aiming for nonchalant but his tone shows concern and it's easy to tell by his breathing that he's on the move.]

[The message is in Akkadian, fluent but presented in a formal, stilted manner. It's overly enunciated, typical for a foreign speaker who really doesn't want to make a mistake and who may or may not have practiced the following sentences aloud to himself for a while.]

My greetings go out to you. This is the keeper of books who wishes to introduce and speak, for he is curious. The chaos tells me you are one who meandered the realm of Akkad?

How do you do it, man? How do you let yourself care?!

[Peter's a little salty about mortals right now.]

i need your help for an experiment
or someone else is gonna die

Enoch? Hi.

[Pause.]

It's, uh, it's Flynn. Carsen. [Because there are so many Flynns in the city and usernames don't exist.]

We haven't talked in a while and I was just, I've been meaning to call – also for a while – but you know how it is. "Oh no, anomalies. Oh no, starvation." [He chuckles awkwardly, then stops, because it's not funny.]

I was just wondering how you're doing, since, you know, we had this whole memory thing going on and Peter wasn't taking it too well and you were both doing the Immortal thing, being... immortal so I was asking myself if you were taking it well, and, anyway, call me back.

If, uh, if you want to, you don't have to, I just mean that... yeah. Bye.

Hey, Enoch? It's me, Jimmy. I'm in the same situation as last time, Castiel's with me and he's fine, just not in control. I'm sure he'd say hello if I could get through to him.

[ Stop babbling and bring it back in, James. ]

I, uh. Just wanted to say thanks, for not giving up on me during that... thing, where time wasn't working right. I know it didn't work as well as you and Castiel hoped it would, and honestly I don't remember a whole lot of what happened there, but it still meant a lot.

[This is... difficult.

Beckett knows he's lost two weeks, however temporarily; he would very much like to know what he might have done in those two weeks. Clearly it had gotten him killed. And his last memory before waking in the morgue, the last moment of the night he remembers, having just left Brian behind, is thinking that he really shouldn't get killed. That that would be an irony he'd have trouble living down, and not in a funny way. Now he's faced with talking to Enoch, after one of his other last thoughts have been that he really cannot talk to Enoch, that it wouldn't and could never end well if he meant to do what he meant to do. But it's been two weeks. What has he done?

He died, of course. He might have been... no, really cannot think he'd been wrong.

Not yet.]

You, ah, you should probably know I'm alive.

God, okay, let's say this was left on day...18? @lancer, text, at least initially,

text; @determination; Day 53 evening

text; @clem

voice; @determination (Day 62)

text, @totheark, Day 62 evening

Morning, Day 71, voice

Day 79, voice

@snailfan98, voice - Day 83

Morning 95; @CaptSteveRogers; text

Day 101, morning, after you know what

@milkevoli; text - Day 111

@Mnemosyne; voice; night 114

@Mnemosyne; voice; night 134; ITT vampire vicodials

@Mnemosyne; voice; Day 160

@Mnemosyne; voice; Day 226, evening