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text—nov 7

[thornydisposition]

Princess Sonia.
Have you ever felt "loneliness"?

[and I am so sorry, Sonia, but this message is arriving to you at a little after 4AM.]

[assent]

[ It's fine, she has a lot of nightmares anyway... ]

Has everyone not felt this at one point in their lives?

text; un: cardmaster

[fateality]

Sonia.
It's Twisted Fate.

You happened to mention in your findings about someone with the foot size about 26cm?

text; un: Princess

[assent]

Good day.

That is correct. It is difficult to say without the right equipment, but approximately that size. Did you come to some kind of conclusion with that information?

audio | un: lucina

[heritors]

[ Despite being tent-mates, chances are with all that's going on the two haven't had a chance to actually see each other. Which means, the next quiet moment Lucina gets — ]

Sonia?

How have you been?

audio | un: Princess

[assent]

[ She hasn't really been back to the tent either. She'd stayed there at the start, having wanted to take some time to herself. That was when all the fighting started, mind you, she's been caught between fighting for her life and helping with the medical groups to keep going. ]

Good day, Lucina. [ She sounds upbeat despite actually feeling exhausted and mentally drained, but that's the joy of audio. ] I am quite alright. How have you been?

12/25 | package

[winces]

[ in the morning, sonia will find a small package waiting for her just outside her quarters. inside, she'll find a white, knitted pouch, holding an assortment of individually-wrapped cookies, both of which were clearly handmade. beneath the pouch is the familiar alastair symbol in its traditional purple.

along with the package comes a simple card that reads:

To: Sonia
From: Haise and Olivia

Happy Holidays! ]

delivery

[twinkle_toes]

[There's no such thing as "Christmas" where Aang comes from, but he finds he rather likes the concept of getting gifts for his friends as a token of appreciation. Unfortunately, there's a shortage of ready gifts in Oska proper - the librarians chide him quite soundly when he tries to sneak out of the library with a few extra books underhand - and so he's forced to use his noodle, brainstorming until he comes up with the perfect gift.

Of course, all handmade gifts take time, and so it's several days after the ball that Sonia finally receives her gift, taped lopsided to her door. There's no signature on it, but the figures depicted should make it abundantly clear who the gift is from.



Congrats, you are now the proud owner of one (1) slightly stale noodle portrait of yourself and Aang. Happy holidays!!!!!!]

not here;

[assent]

[ this is so cute cries

While she doesn't leave a note back, if Aang ever visits he'll find that the noodle art is pinned on her wall in her room, hung proudly just opposite her door so it can be viewed right away...




...also high up so San-D and Cham-P don't try and eat it... you never know. ]

text; un: cardmaster

[fateality]

[So it's more than a day like he promised, but he figures Sonia can forgive that with a bit of explaining. That aside, he does contact her.]

Hey.
You want to library it up, sunflower?

wails about his canon update also text

[assent]

Of course. Have you been alright? I was a little concerned when I did not hear from you, but I presumed you were merely busy.

text; un: ASCIIanything

[catphishing]

Thank you for lunch. :)

text; un: Princess

[assent]

No problemo! I am happy to help. Did you enjoy it?

text, sent 2/03

[moneyballer]

ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

[assent]

yoooooooo?

[ the finest form of texting ]

text; un: urahara

[predomination]

Sonia-san, I have some very bad news.

text; the fuck is that icon are you trying to kill me

[assent]

[ Given the situation in Woodhurst and their position there, it isn't difficult to know what is going on here. The message comes when she's already gone home, whether it was with Giovanni or Haise doesn't really matter now because in her apartment she's stopping short to process this.

This and what it means. ]

You cannot mean...?

[ Her thoughts trail off to dead silence, letting it all sink in instead, the connotations behind his message are already telling. ]

text; feb 15

[steler]

Are you still alive?

text.

[assent]

[ It's unexpected, in a way. Though really she hopes he isn't asking that because he could hear her yells of frustration and how they've died out now that she's forced herself to eat again, pumped more oxytocin into her body to try and keep the anger down.

Texting is becoming harder because it's directly tied to your thoughts, but if it's short it shouldn't be a problem. ]

As alive as I can be.

audio + pic; one of these days.

[steler]

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Did I do this right? [a beat - because he realizes that's entirely out of context. he sounds stiff. he feels stiff] I, ah.. [clearing his throat awkwardly] I hadn't gotten one from you in awhile.

[not that he's worried or anything!!!!]

help....

[assent]

[ If she's honest, he'd never actually responded with one of these so she doesn't exactly expect this when she opens the message. It's strange when she considers how things were before, when she was still infected. She doesn't mind obliging though, not for something as simple as this.

She's just out and busy trying to cure people so the selfie of herself that follows is of her in a different suit this time (yes, she ended up with two) as it isn't like the first one made it out yesterday without needing cleaning. She's next to someone's poor body on the floor, their wrist broken so she could gain access to their arm without being strangled.

There's a softer smile on her own face though, not trying to pose - it's more to show that she's doing much better. ]

I apologise, I was asleep for quite a while. [ Though they both know the infection was a large part of it, too. ] Though your own is fine, do not worry. Will you send them more often now?

left on her doorstep or mailbox or however her apartment works (march 31st)

[competing]

[ on the morning of march 31st, sonia (or giovanni...) will find a hand-made card addressed to "our science troop." inside are several words a few of the members in audentes would like to say. ]

four days after the cure; audio

[figureitout]

[ the message comes halfway through the morning, not quite early enough to wake up someone if they were sleeping, but still early that it seems like he's only been waiting until the hours look like something reasonable. ]

Sonia? [ a pause. his voice is quiet, even, tired. he desperately wishes she has good news for him. ] Are you... is he back yet? Are you guys alright?

audio

[assent]

[ They might not be too early, but it's easier to forget the hours and allow herself to rest now the cure is out. People are recovering, and even if it's taking time they are getting to everyone.

She's also refused to get up half the mornings, even around 9 or 10am, simply because the comfort of staying in bed while latched onto Haise was something she had missed. It's why that when she replies her voice is soft, quiet, trying to not disturb him as well. ]

Mm, he is back. He actually came back sooner than I had expected. I am sorry I did not tell you before. "All right" may not be the best way to describe it, but we will be. What happened with Percy, as I am sure you saw on the network, has not been easy.

[ For him because of something she can't quite understand, for her because it is essentially the goal Junko had set out for herself. ]

What about you? Have you seen Peter yet?

audio - 4/25

[viscontree]

Sonia, remember our little chat on reading novels the other day? I found a book you may be interested in.

It's titled " The life of a murderer". [IT SOUNDED LIKE IT WOULD BE UP HER ALLEY? Oh no...]

Would you like to read it?

audio

[assent]

When we have more time, I would love to. Did you bring it with you from Woodhurst?