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Day 143, @dickcheese; audio

[headjacked]

Dr. John. I saw the -- with the --

[ BREATHING. ]

Just. Get back to me if you're okay. No, when you're okay. Okay??

@jwatson; audio; Night 143

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[John is unconscious, so the reply doesn't come for many hours. He sounds mildly disoriented.]

M'kay, Rhys. Knock on the head. Bit cold. You?

[headjacked]

[ ALIVE

GOD ]

Me?? Who cares, I wasn't -- I wasn't buried alive by a psycho clown!

Do you have enough blankets?

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Beckett's blood. He was hungry... [He cares, Rhys! He cares so much he's somewhat incoherent about it.]

Iron Man and Black Widow rescued me. And England. He rescued me, too. Warmer.

[headjacked]

Beckett... ...we're handling that. Worry about yourself for once!

[ The names give him some pause. That's a real sentence that was uttered to him in perfect seriousness. Goddamn. ]

Does warmer mean warm enough?

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Mr. Stark's warmer than her. Bigger. She's softer. England's nice.

[Clearly the assessment you were looking for, Rhys.]

[headjacked]

...heh, hey. John.

[ That was quite the begrudging, pained laugh. ]

Get back to me when you're feeling 100%, okay? ...80%, bare minimum. Get some more rest. D-- doctor's orders.

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80 doctors minimum...? Mm... we've got four? Five? Only need one. Luna's coming. Nice... soft. I like Luna. I don't care that she's a robot.

[headjacked]

Luna, huh.

[ Wince. His last interaction with her was... not the nicest. It's been long enough for the guilt to kick in quite severely. And then there's Dr. John, blabbing about her robot-hood. ]

She's cute, isn't she. But do me -- her, really -- a big big favor and keep the robo-bit quiet. Alright? Quiet time now, doctor.

FINALLY GET TO USE THIS ICON

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Quiet, yeah... 's quiet now. Think I'm nodding off. Night, Rhys. You're okay, right?

WHAT A CUTE

[headjacked]

Yep, so no worrying! G'night, Dr. John.