Mask or Menace - IC Inbox

[dreadinquisitor]

He's gotten better with his communicator - a part of him even likes it! He'll probably get back to you, if you leave him a message.

Conversely, do it the old fashioned way. He'll definitely get back to you.

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[flightforfreedom]

yeah, tell me about it

three days versus a few hours

but i'm just glad you're back

[There's a pause as he reads the last part.]

let me guess - power upgrade?

[dreadinquisitor]

I can still taste the ale. Smell mutton.

So they warned me. [He pauses on the sidewalk, flipping open the file and scanning down. He rereads the new section.] It's a horse, Poe. She's given me a horse.

[flightforfreedom]

yeah, i was disoriented for a while
i get it




wait, like, the animal?

[dreadinquisitor]

[Typing. Typing. The flashing stopped, paused for a beat. Typing...

As Maxwell erased, reconsidering.

Not the time.]

I don't know. It says 'horse,' but it seems to be like my bow. A thought, made real by... whatever stands for The Fade here.

[flightforfreedom]

well then

may as well try it?

or i can come pick you up and you can try it in the meadow at home, if you don't want to cause a scene

[dreadinquisitor]

[He considers. A part of him wanted to just do it, to hell with the morning traffic... but he also recognized that he wasn't at his best at the moment, and the file said plainly he would need to be able to focus.

...And it would be nice, just to see his friend again. Solidify something.

He looked up, found a street sign. Blinked a picture and sent it to Poe.]

Might be wise to take a moment or ten.

...Is everyone else alright?

[flightforfreedom]

got it, on my way


and i mean

no one else has left


no one else has come back

so the same as you left us, i guess

[dreadinquisitor]

[Content in the knowledge that Poe was on his way, he stepped off the sidewalk and lowered himself slowly to the curb. He'd only just woken, and so often sleep simply eluded him, yet he honestly felt tired.

He reads over Poe's last message slowly, head hanging as it sank in.

He knew better than to actually ask, but he thought it.

Why me?]

Damn.

[flightforfreedom]

honestly?

i'll take any damn win right now

so i'm just glad you're back.

ETA 10 min

[dreadinquisitor]

[As much as the sentiment meant to him, Maxwell's heart still broke for him.]

...That's me. A helper.

Anybody else know about my disappearing act? Beth-- I'm guessing BB-8 kept you two informed. Anyone else that might need an update?

[flightforfreedom]

yeah. i told beth.

didn't mention it to anyone else, but that doesn't mean no one else noticed

[dreadinquisitor]

[He flicks through is past messages, in case anyone had tried to reach him while he was missing, but finds nothing. Though, of course, that didn't necessarily mean anything.

He settles on a few simple messages, not wanting to concern anyone who hadn't been otherwise. He pauses on Dorian's name.]

I didn't see him. Dorian.

It was still there, my time, waiting for me. But I didn't see him.

[flightforfreedom]

[There's a long pause.]

is that a good or a bad thing?

[dreadinquisitor]

I don't know.

I don't know what I expected.

[flightforfreedom]

last we spoke, you were worried you wouldn't go home at all

so better than expected, at least

[dreadinquisitor]

Yes.

There is that.

I suppose, I'll just have to keep trying figure out the rest.

[flightforfreedom]

yeah

figuring out the rest is something i get, trust me

don't do well at it, but i get it

[dreadinquisitor]

You said it, not me.

[A beat.]

And at least we've got each other to keep company with while we do. That's more than many can say.