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[sunborne]

How to do
Where to go
What to do without you

What to think
How to dream
If I don't sleep with you

What to do
Where to go
How to do without you

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Action in the house?

[thepsyingnun]

[Agatha finally woke up. Not whatever she had been doing for the past few weeks. In her excitement at this fact, she didn't bother getting dressed or doing her hair or whatever else a woman of the era should do before bustling about her own house. Instead she rushed into the hallway and called out:]

Daylight? Husband?

( action! )

[sunborne]

[ in his attempt to make coffee that is actually coffee and not, like, genuine sludge that barely counts as edible, daylight freezes when he hears agatha call out to him.

the last two weeks with 'agatha' has... not been fun, he won't lie. daylight sticks his head out to look down the hallway, his expression cautious and careful but it quickly morphs to shock and surprise because. oh wow. she looks like a mess and that's a hopeful sign for him already. ]

Holy shit- You're back? [ he adds, pretty quickly and breathlessly, ] Back to normal, I mean. Actually 'you' normal and not the town's idea of normal.

[thepsyingnun]

That addresses my first question.

[Oh, she's back. She strides over to take a seat at the kitchen table, willing to wait to see the results of his coffee experiment instead of trying to wrangle the electronics herself on top of everything else.]

I was, indeed, physically present the entire time. How mortifying.

[sunborne]

[ unsure of what to say at first, daylight heads back to the kitchen proper himself, trying to coax the poor and battered coffee machine to produce something edible for both.

he keeps looking at agatha and the coffee machine as he pokes and shakes it, clearly trying to find something to say. are you okay? are you alright? do you remember the snow corpses on our lawn??

finally, he is able to ask something and, when he does, he sounds pretty apologetic and for good reason: ] ... What was it like?

[thepsyingnun]

I can barely recall. It's all like some odd dream- it can't all be right. I remember snow. And...bodies. But not being concerned about them in the least, as though it were the most natural thing in the world to prance among the dead.

[She snorts softly, looking down at her own folded hands. Dreams, surely. Nothing like that could happen. But even those are faint, barely there.]

@wrathion; text

[blackscales]

This is Daylight vis Lornlit? We spoke at the Mayor's Gala.

[sunborne]

Oh! Hey there. I remember you.

What's up? I hope you're doing okay, funkiness of the new(?) year aside.

[blackscales]

As well as can be expected.

[ It's Like That. ]

An acquaintance of mine informs me we may have more in common than first realised. Would you be amenable to meeting to discuss this?

[ Also, quite possibly be careful who you tell things to. Apparently, it gets around. ]

[sunborne]

[ oh man, that's a mood he can get behind. the bruises on his chest, thanks to a little escapade, are now a nasty colour and apparently won't be leaving him anytime soon.

the statement and question do have him tipping his head to the side because huh. ]

I'm open to whatever since we're all in this together, right? Don't see the point of keeping secrets from each other if we're all we got here.

[blackscales]

Excellent. Would in one hour suit?

[ Why wait for Literally Anything, the dragon way of life. ]

101-103 Loomis Drive Area, lateish January

[ribticklers]

[Sans waves at Daylight from his spot on a stepstool leaning on the fence, which is becoming one of his favorite ways to check on his neighbors.]

Hey, wanna hear somethin' weird?

[sunborne]

-Yeah. Sure.

[ daylight ducks under the doorway as he properly emerges from his house, stretching out his limbs as he unfolds to his full height upon getting to the fence. ] On a scale of one to ten, how weird is it?

[ribticklers]

[Sans hardly reacts to Daylight's height increase; by all accounts even as Daylight's neighbor Sans definitely got used to that remarkably quickly. But Sans is pretty short, so maybe it's just that he's already used to looking up at people?]

Probably depends on your perspective. If I'd found it before New Year's it'd definitely be at least a seven, but maybe it's like a four now. [This is beside the point, but Sans is actually double checking to make sure none of the actual citizens of Santa Rosita are around.]

[sunborne]

Seven and now a four?

[ huh. colour daylight very intrigued now. (also, thank god sans doesn't find the change weird or is commenting on it. he's had to field so many jokes about basketballs as is.)

he leans- okay no. he first crouches down then leans on the first, showing sans as his attention. he also looks around but, so far, it's just the two of them outside. ] Oh, really? Must be something interesting either way, if it would be a seven before the repeat.

[ribticklers]

I found this photo in the police chief's wallet of some kids in Halloween costumes. [Never mind how he got the wallet to look in it in the first place.] The costumes seem pretty recent, by this place's standards, but the photo itself's super old. [Like 1961 has been happening for a while or something.]

text, early afternoon 2/11

[hoshikiri]

[Takame thought it was nothing at first. That he just missed people during his usual patrol. But when went for his morning run only to see the same thing, or rather a lack of the same thing... unsure as he was, though, he sought a second opinion.]

Daylight, have you noticed some people disappearing within the past day?

[sunborne]

[ oh fuck— takame! he’s okay!

daylight hurriedly sends out a message, the panic and confusion clear in his message: ]

Takame yeah I’m glad you’re doing okay people are missing and it includes Kiara and her house buddy Papyrus and Okuyasu and some others. Fuck this is bad. [ daylight pressed a hand over his eyes and hissed through his teeth, forcing himself to calm down now. panicking won’t do anyone a favour and especially when multiple disappearances were happening.

but. okay. time to be more focused, more levelheaded. Have you noticed anyone else missing? ] I’ve been trying to keep track of them since I first realised it yesterday.

[hoshikiri]

[Text is still something new for Takame but by now he knew Daylight was one to show his emotions clearly no matter what format they're presented in. He's panicked. And that along with the fact that Takame recognized two names among those he said were missing was enough to put him on edge.]

Please remain calm. [Not much reassurance, but the best thing he can do. That both of them could do, but calm was Takame's default state for better or worse.] The man who formed the neighborhood watch, Bruce. I've not seen him either. There are others as well, though I know not their names.

[sunborne]

[ bruce? the appearance of the name and realising he can’t put a face or a conversation with it gives him pause. thankfully it forces himself to be calm because his mind can only panic so much before it becomes next-to-useless in terms of processing new info.



he’s never heard of that name but will try to keep it in mind. out of all the things he can force himself to focus on, it’s this bit: ] Neighbourhood watch? Haven’t heard of that before.

[ not on the network, at least. maybe it was a face-to-face thing which is, honestly, a smart thing then. ]

Who else is part of the neighbourhood watch, if I can ask? [ quickly realising they’re talking about this on the network, he hurriedly sends out another message, ] You don’t have to answer that, buddy. Can you instead tell me if any of the other missing people are involved with this watch?

[hoshikiri]

[To Takame's knowledge, it wasn't made in secret and thus there was little need to keep its existence hidden. He didn't know the man well either, only recognized his face and spoken with him once or twice if you count the stupid bat costume plus handwaves.

He understood Daylights intent to keep the information vague. Smart move, the walls had ears after all.]

Okuyasu's is the only name I recognize from it.

text; un: wrathion

[blackscales]

I believe I've ended up with some of your mail. Would you like me to bring it over or do you have the time to collect it?

[sunborne]

[ oh that certainly rings alarm bells in his head- ]

I can swing on by your place, buddy. :) Finishing my morning shift at the post office and I'll do what I can to drop by lunch! [ god, it is so... weird to keep using this, despite his and others' misgivings of this device in the wake of what happened. ]

[blackscales]

I'll anticipate your arrival.

[ He'll be pacing a trench, but he'll be there -- mug of tea in hand to keep himself steady.

He has forgotten to warn Daylight his eyes are bright red again now, so hopefully he isn't too startled when Wrathion answers the door. ]

[sunborne]

-Oh? Whoa! [ he grins, giving wrathion a thumbs up of approval. ] Cool new look you got there.

[ he doesn't seem startled at the slightest besides the minor jump at the start, not expecting such a chance. but after that, he's cool.

in fact- he seems relieved? looks like physical traits are returning to them. plus, it looks like their theory of things being given back to them after shit like this is true. ] Was this what you wanted to talk about?

[blackscales]

[ Ah.

Wrathion lofts an eyebrow, hesitates as he steps aside to let Daylight in. ]

No.

[ Although... perhaps... he should? Perhaps...

He closes the door behind them, cradles his cup of tea in thought a long few seconds. ]

I spoke to officer Harding.

[ Then, since no doubt Daylight has concerns -- ]

I did not harm him.

[ Just to clarify! He stuck to the rule over no picking a fight with the police. ]