IC Contact Post

[timehalt]

Ah-hello! I, ah, wasn't able to get to the tablet in time so if you could please leave your name I'll try to contact you back--ah! And your number! Please.

Ah...

Is that it...?

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action;

[substitutable]

[Miranda wasn't at the top of his list of people to check up on after the bombings. He had people on his mind like the guys of the Mekakushi-dan, his sister, some friends, and the girl with the red scarf who caused complicated emotions in him. In other words, he wasn't actually looking for Miranda when he passes by her but that doesn't stop him from stopping, looking over his shoulder, and back tracking to approach her hesitantly.]

... Miranda-san? How're you doing?

action;

[timehalt]

[She isn't trying to be rude, but she doesn't notice Shintaro until he's nearly to her. The dark circles under her eyes are a bit larger and she looks a bit thinner, but then offers a wane smile.]

O-oh. Hello, Shintaro.

[substitutable]

[He looks at her with concern, that look of constant nervousness on his face taking on a shade of worry as he tries not to stare, to simply... peer at her.]

I was wondering if you were okay, after the bombing. You... don't look so well.

[timehalt]

Eh?

[Even after being a part of the Black Order for some time, she's still surprised anyone cares enough to ask.]

Oh! Oh. Ah, yes. Yes, I'm fine. [Lies. It's all liiiieesss.] I'm sorry for worrying you.

And you, Shintaro?

voice;

[recorden]

Miranda, you're part of the swimming club now! It's on tuesday afternoons, the first meeting is next week. You'll come, right?

voice;

[timehalt]

Pardon? --Swimming? Wha--but, when did--Lavi, I can't do that!

voice;

[recorden]

Why not? Allen and Lenalee will be there too, it's like a team bonding exercise!

voice;

[timehalt]

But-but--swimming! I can't swim! Not in--with--it's just not possible!

text | sometime on Aug 4th?

[boundbydevotion]

[So after dealing with Cross and speaking to Allen and lurking around on rooftops yesterday, Link doesn't quite have the energy to speak to each Exorcist face to face, so instead they will all receive the following text message:]

Good day, Exorcist.

This message is for the purpose of notifying you of my arrival to Exsilium, and to inform you that Allen Walker has been made aware of the basic reason I was assigned to watch over him.

I would advise you to speak with Walker at your next convenience.

[He'll let the device sign his name for him.]

voice;

[timehalt]

Inspector Link?

[Hold on a moment--you're supposed to be dead!]

You're alive! [THAT'S SO NICE.]

Or is that--when are you from? [OH NO.] Did I make a mistake? Should I not have said anything? I'm so sorry!

voice;

[boundbydevotion]

[There's a bit of a wait as Link considers this information and what to do about it... When he finally answers (probably just as Miranda is getting really nervous) his voice is even.]

Not to worry Miss Lotto, you needn't apologize. The loss of life is a risk that many employed by the Order come to accept.

voice;

[timehalt]

[NO THIS ISN'T HELPFUL AT ALL.]

I'm so sorry! I didn't even think! I shouldn't have said anything like that at all! You shouldn't have to--I shouldn't have--I'm so very sorry!

Text

[maddeninghatter]

Xerxes Break
Requests the pleasure of your company at dinner
On Saturday, the twenty-fourth of August
At seven o'clock in the evening
Room 403.

[ This would be "messaging the details." He's got very fine, very formal manners which he pulls out of storage and dusts off, on rare occasions. ]

not here

[timehalt]

[OH GOD IT'S REAL. HE WASN'T JOKING AND THIS IS REALLY--OH GOD WHAT SHOULD SHE DO.]

forward-dated to the 25th

[aequivoci]

[ timcanpy will ambush miranda and give her her gift from one (1) redheaded general, which is a pair of gloves and a scarf. there is nothing on it to say who it is from, but it should be obvious since tim is the one delivering it. :') ]

ssshhhh come into her arms

[timehalt]

[ S-she's not tearing up at all...! ]

action, backdated to the 1st

[anklets]

[ it's a new year, Lenalee thinks, and though there have been no fireworks or drinks to ring it in, she weaves her way to where Miranda is staying not long after midnight, trusting she'll likely be awake

rap rap raps her knuckles on the doorway ]

action;

[timehalt]

[ Miranda was awake--about forty minutes ago; right before she fell asleep at the table, face half-smothered in a book. She startles upright at the knocking, almost stumbling out of her seat in her haste to answer the door. ]

Y-yes? [ She asks, breathless and wide-eyed; a dark smudge on her cheek. ]

[anklets]

[Still dressed. This smile is soft, apologetic and knowing.]

...Happy birthday, Miranda. I woke you, didn't I?

1/?? we just don't know

[timehalt]

Lenalee?

[ She blinks at her blearily, scrubbing her face with a clumsy hand. ]

What's going on? Is everything all...

2/?

[timehalt]

[ wait. ]

3/?

[timehalt]

[ birthday? whose? ]

4/?

[timehalt]

[ She did say birthday, right? but whose? surely not hers! That isn't until January! ]

5/6

[timehalt]

[ That's right, it's in January! And January isn't for another...

She counts the days out on her fingers; fumbling through her numbers as her sleep-addled mind tries to remember what day it is now--and whose birthday should be closest. Surely there's someone before hers, and Lenalee's here to remind her of it! Yes, that's it! What a good friend, even if Miranda is horribly (and obviously) not.

And yet the numbers she comes up with don't lie, even when she repeats the count. ]

6/6

[timehalt]

[ And even then she still can't quite believe someone else would bother to remember. ]

Is it...? [ Really? ]