ph_logs | Suppression Request: Bad Habits

Who: Agent Jean & CR/YOU
What: Jean has returned from a trip
When: Starts March 17th
Where: Places
Warnings: Discussion of violence, mind alteration, and death

Work Order: Attachment | Closed to Zelda and/or Pomni

Jean left their sending stone behind with they left on their mission with Jon, out of concern that communications might be intercepted. When they get back with Jon, stepping off of a golden skiff, the first thing they ask is to borrow one from a dockworker to contact their partners. Their voice over it is...

Good. Better than they've sounded in awhile. The first solid few minutes of their message is an excited tour through variations on "I love you," "I'm back," "I'm safe," "I love you," and "I'm sorry," frequently lapsing into Korean. Once they manage to calm down something more coherent comes out:

"Going home to pick up my sending stone and rack Twilight. Don't touch Twilight, it's angry. I've got to take a piece of Intel to Neil straight away, it can't wait, I'm sorry. Please contact me as soon as you can, I'll have my stone in less than an hour. So glad to be back. Love you again."

Work Order: Insight | Closed to Neil and Elias

By sending stone, shortly after dropping off the sword, to Neil West:

"Doctor, I've got urgent intelligence. Please bring Comrade Coldwood, I'm on my way to your clinic immediately. Reasonable containment measures for a Page may need preparation."

Work Order: Instinct

Our little chicken nugget has some advice to heed. Friends with them? Even a little? They're being surprisingly socially active. They'd like you over for dinner, or they can come by to help out. They're looking for lessons in your crafts and passions ("I'm trying out new things, comrade!"), hell, they'll even go on walks through the woods.

Of potential note is a sharp increase in their interest in rum, here to include books on the subject, evening drinks trying it out at Oak & Iron, and staring in vague incomprehension at the selection of it at various shops.

Come get your chicken.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Unfortunately for Jean and their haste, Pomni isn't all that far from the docks - in fact, she's about halfway between there and the cottage they call home. She'd been hurrying home with a bag of goods, the hustle and bustle of the street having rubbed her the wrong way one too many times, and with a hurried adjustment to her tie to keep her free hand busy and her temper soothed, she was ready to get back inside as soon as possible---

That was, of course, until the call of the sending stone comes through.

Pomni freezes. Her heart hammers in her chest, and she drops the cloth bag full of goods without thinking about it.

If it weren't for the borrowed keen senses, she might not have caught them when she began her frantic skimming of the crowd, but she does. Oh, god, there they are--- true to the message, perfectly alive and well.

She breaks into a sprint, faster than her legs have ever been able to carry her before, and the second she's close enough, she snares them in a hug. No time to ask, no time to let them get where they're going, no time to convey that ever-important information. Maybe it's inconsiderate of what they went through to get that intel, maybe she ought to have waited before she ripped through the small mid-day crowd to get to them - and, perhaps, were she in a clearer state of mind that was hers and hers alone, she might have.

But for now, all she can do is cling, bury her face into them, and let out a relieved sob.

"You're back!" She chokes out, swaying them enthusiastically before pulling back, her grin wide, even shaky as it might be, as she stumbles over her words. "O-oh my god, you're back a-and you're okay! I-I'm so happy to see you!"

Any amounts of "Holy shit, what were you thinking??" can come later, back when they've done everything they need to do. But this can't wait. She doesn't think she would be able to bear the knowing and waiting any longer.