aintnoconvict | IC ± Appointment Post

Hello! Do you remember me?

I do, yes! Hello Clem, how are you?

I'm good. And it sounds like you're good, too. I just wanted to make sure. Friends look out for each other, right?

That's exactly right. Oh, and kinda speaking of: I'm...going to be going up the tunnels - not by myself - for supplies and things, and I'm gonna see if I can bring back some apples for us too.

ooc: decent lead in for discussing anti-monster safety precautions?

You remembered those, too! [ Ahhh, she's entirely too enthusiastic about Glitch's memory, sorry. ] You'll be careful anyway, right?

ooc: definitely

[ it's cool, as a rule he tends to be too. ]

Of course I'll be careful. And...I know I don't look it but I am a good fighter, you know. Well, maybe you don't but I am.

But even if you are good at fighting, you still have to look out. Like... Like you have to look out behind you, and listen really well. And also, you have to make sure they don't grab your hair.

Lee had to cut mine...

[ that's actually some solid advice and things he hadn't even considered. mostly because haircuts are made of DNW. ]

That makes sense... [ he's picturing you with elegantly flowing locks like the princesses', Clem. ] Do you really think mine could be a problem?

[ Nope, it was mostly a big fluffy mop, but she likes the way you think! ]

I dunno. I don't think I've seen it. [ She sounds stumped for a second. ] Hang on, let's do this-- [ After a second, she's switching it to VIDEO. If he does too, she'll eye him for a minute (dat hair). Then, conclusively: ] Yeah, they could definitely grab it.

[ A beat. ]

But I could probably braid it, if you want. Manly braids, like in all of the old movies where everyone speaks French.

[ and he does because sure, that's a big help. ]

Really? [ he runs a hand over the matted curls (he'd started to get the sorted out but then Haven happened and there's not much in the way of detangler here), frowning. ]

Well, I'd rather not have it cut so...braids it is, a-and I really don't mind if they're manly or not. Just gotta be less grabbable, right?

Right! [ Which brings her to the question: ] So... when do you want me to do it? I'm never really busy or anything.

Me either, and this might take a little work. How about I come over in about an hour? Should I bring a comb?

I'm in 3-0-0-5. And if you have a comb it would probably help. Water, too, but I think I have some of that.

3-0-0-5, Clem, bring a comb. And water too, we've got some to spare.

[ and sure enough - or maybe miraculously - something like an hour later there's a knock at the door of 3.005. ]

Hi, Clem? It's Glitch.

[ Glitch! She's scrambling out from under her bed and hurrying to open the door. And since this is the first time they've met in person, she'll be sizing him up a little, but judging by the look on her face? He's already passed whatever assessments he needed to pass to count as 'friend' in her book and this is just a curiosity thing. ]

Your hair looks kind of like mine did, before Lee cut it.

[ Which is to say, hello again and come on in. She's opening the door wider to make sure he knows that. ]

Except yours is spiky and mine was one big lump.

[ oh tiny person, you are actually slightly tinier than Glitch has been anticipating because putting "Haven" and "children" together in his head makes him sad and fretful and a little scared.

but it's Clem and Clem's been so kind, and she's a young lady and is due all respect so he sets fretting aside as he steps inside. have a proper bow with a proper flourish from a proper courtier, little princess. ]

Mine's been left...I dunno. Annuals and annuals, a long time, to get like this. But we'll sort it out!

[ She's sorry for being so small. :C She's trying to stop, she swears.

To the bow, her eyes widen a little, but she suppresses her grin (mature people don't grin like little kids, do they?) long enough to attempt to curtsy back. It's not terribly effective, but she's new at this, okay?

'But we'll sort it out!' ]

Mhm! C'mon. [ She'll be tugging his sleeve now, and if she has her way, she's tugging him toward the couch ~~because apparently all apartments have one~~. Upon arrival, she lets go and climbs up onto the couch to perch on the back of it. Clearly he's supposed to sit in front of her. ]

Oh, I need the comb though.

[ sleeve tugging, he's cool with this. he's carrying a ceramic jug with a little water in his free hand, and sets if down carefully beside him as he settled on the couch.

Glitch pulls the comb (half a comb, really, but the best he could find) from a pocket, but hesitates before handing it over. he turns and blinks up at her. ]

Just one thing, I...Clem, best as you can, try not to touch the zipper? I know it's kinda right there and in the way but-- best as you can, please?

[ he gives her an encouraging smile and holds up the comb for her to take. ]

Okay, I won't. [ She wasn't gonna, anyway. It seemed like kind of a personal thing, and even if it weren't, what if touching it messed up his remembering things? Then she wouldn't be a very good help, would she?

Meanwhile, she takes the comb and pulls her legs up cross-legged on the back of the couch so they aren't in the way when he settles in. Once he does, though, she reaches toward one of the tangles in the front... But first: ]

Um, I'm really sorry if I pull by accident. It happens sometimes, even when I'm trying hard to be careful.

[ And, assuming there are no objections, she'll be taking careful hold of the aforementioned tangle and starting to comb. From the end first, then farther up as the tail end untangles, occasionally picking it apart a little with her fingers. She's actually pretty good at this--she used to comb her mom's hair after a shower sometimes. ]

Thank you. [ this is said with genuine gratitude and a little nod before turning to face forward again. it's a big ol' trust exercise, letting anyone near his head, but he can't think of anyone better suited for this task than Clem.

except maybe DG but she's sorta not here at all. ]

S'okay, I understand. And don't worry too much about it, my noggin's pretty tough.

[ still, he grimaces slightly at the stronger pulls but makes no protest. the quiet's companionable for a little bit, but Glitch abhors a noise-vacuum and soon finds himself filling it. ]

So! I told you about my friends, wanna tell me about yours? Not that you need any help remembering but...I think sometimes it's nice, talking about them.

[ As far as she knows, she doesn't pull very hard more than a couple of times, and she kinda cringes at those too, probably offering a quiet 'oops, sorry'. The braids haven't even started yet by the time he breaks the silence, but then, those are gonna go really quick compared to the detangling anyway. ]

You mean in Savannah? Well, there's Lee, we're partners. We make sure neither of us get hurt or in trouble. He's really strong and keeps people from fighting. People always think he's my dad, though.

[ it's okay, he's tough. tough and manly making 'it's okay' noises at her little apologies. ]

I'm glad you had-- have someone to help you, and you're looking out for people too. That's pretty important cuz it sounds like you're from somewhere dangerous. [ from what he's gathered, at least. and whoops, that might not have been the best assesment to share. ] Sorry.

[ then again the O.Z.'s not been much of a picnic for a while, either.

No, it's okay! It didn't used to be dangerous, but then everyone died and started eating everyone else and now we have to make sure someone always stays awake just to be safe.

[ Oh, but that's not what he asked, is it? He asked about her friends. ]

Anyway, there's Lee, and then there's Ben and Kenny, and Christa and Omid. Ben was in high school and he's really nervous at stuff but he's my friend so nobody else can make him leave, and Kenny was Duck's dad before Duck and Katjaa died. Katjaa was Duck's mom. Anyway, Kenny's really sad now, and he wants to find a boat so I found a boat and we just had to get it into the water. And Christa and Omid are new and Omid was really sick after his leg got hurt, but I trust them.

[ backdated to the middle-ish of this post.

The audio feed turns on with a burst and a bit of barely-controlled breathing. ]

Glitch, it's--

[ There's a muffled 'augh' sort of gasp, and a sharp inhale through her teeth. In this brief pause, the sound of galloping hooves can be heard, as well as the slight rush of wind--wherever she is, she's moving fast. ]

It's happening! I can't--

[ That was probably going to be 'I can't stop it', but that's not important enough to waste her concentration on. He gets just one more word, forced through gritted teeth. ]

Hide.

[ And the line goes dead. ]

Edited 2013-02-05 11:55 (UTC)

Do you still have the mask? [ She'd told him to keep one, after he built the gas masks for her with the supplies they got from North. ] Put it on.

[ Glitch is a bit freaked out from the sirens and the message and the...whatever's happening now, but he's grateful to hear from her. you're a source of guidance, Lightning, enjoy that. ]

I do, I have-- [ as you can tell from the muffled tones. ] What is it, a virus?

Edited (lol icon correction) 2013-03-22 23:39 (UTC)

A 'contaminant'. It's airborne. [ That's all she's got, sorry bro. As long as he's wearing the mask, he's okay from there. ] We'll see soon enough.

Right. So...this is new. What's the source, the security breach thingy?

[ like she knows, but he's all about brainstorming. ]

Right. [ Sorry, she's less about brainstorming and more about getting shit done right now. Whoops. ]

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..I accidentally this entire notif SORRY

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here, have a voice message sometime just after her network post

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