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hi. how are you settling in?
it's katelin btw

[ He messages shortly after Strange's post. ]

Hi, this is Leopold Fitz. We haven't met, but I saw your reply to Dr Strange.
I once helped someone, an android, become human. I don't know if what happened then will have anything to do with your present situation, but if it's of interest to you, I think we should compare notes.

Markus, I got your test results back.

You're not a walking biological weapon, as far as anyone can see. You also don't have any allergies, and you're a universal donor.

The last part is what interests me most.

I can understand if you don't want to talk to me right now, but I need to see you.

Hey

markus
you busy?

heeeeeey soooooo remember that thing you said about not getting lost??

Hey Markus. Was hoping for two favours when you get the chance.
1. Can I come by your apartment before Connor's birthday/activation day? I have a surprise.
2. I've got this corporate networking thing, and it's black tie. Would you be up for helping me dress for it?

@bellamy.blake has mentioned you.

hey question can you draw me a chicken

[this is days after new arrivals]

Can I pick your brain?
I'm in need of advice.
Not the fashion sort, today.

are you familiar with anime

(sitting up in bed with chest pain and almost two weeks gone from his memory is disorienting, but checking on markus is — and always will be — his first priority.)

Markus, where are you? Are you alright?

[That sure is a murder post. Clarke's staying out of it—not because she doesn't have an opinion, but because she's taken the lives of innocents before and doesn't think that is really a conversation she needs to be involved in now. That doesn't mean she isn't reading.]

How are you holding up? Not surprised you're shouldering most of it.

[From her perspective.

Connor is helping, too.]

You and Connor, at least.

hi markus
can i talk to you and connor about something?

stay safe out there

[ They've ended up in the same safehouse for their convalescence - Markus, perhaps a bit less used to the frailties of the human body - and Aranea, fresh off of being scraped off the sidewalk like so much roadkill and having her leg put back together. It takes about six hours after her surgery for the sleeping medication to wear off, but what do you expect with their limited access to high quality pharmaceuticals? Her access to painkillers has been rationed after that first morphine drip, which won't be surprising when she thinks about it later. Everyone is in need right now and every contingency must be considered.

In the far corner, there's a little boy who's had a good part of his face shot off, needing someone else to sit with him and hold his jaw in place until it can be wired shut. Aranea doesn't mind giving up her supplementary allotment of pain meds after seeing that.

It makes her surly, though. Bleariness of anaesthesia wearing off, a headache of dehydration - she barely remembers being sick, but her sheets are crusted with it, and no one's been around to change them - and fresh waves of pain, too sharp, like someone is still rooting around in her thigh muscle, paring back piece by labourious piece.

The best part? Her trousers had to be cut off of her. She'll never see them again. It's fine. She's made of money, obviously.

Swinging her legs off the side of the bed - fucking hell, ow - Aranea flags down the volunteer handing out juiceboxes. (Orange. Vitamin C, you know.) One is grabbed for herself. After a moment of thought, she grabs a second one and tosses it to the person in the cot beside hers.

Surprise, all these stupid words and only one sentence of it is relevant. :D ]

Edited 2019-01-26 00:22 (UTC)

[It's been several days since the UNA attack and all the fallout afterwards. WHich means it's been even longer since Ignis had been probably-too-intensely demanding to see Noctis at Markus and Connor's house, and all the ridiculousness that had transpired from that. And like it or not (he doesn't) Markus is an important friend and ally to Noctis.

At least the man had seemed somewhat reasonable. Unlike his cohort. Which is why Ignis is swallowing his pride and sending a message to him.]

Markus,

I hope you're doing well, after everything involving Morningstar's rescue.

I wanted to both thank you, for your extensive loyalty and protection of Noctis, as well as apologize for the commotion caused in your apartment. While I don't doubt your abilities in looking after him, I had been given very little information as to his location, or physical or mental state. As his well-being has been my responsibility for a number of years, I was loathe to allow anyone else that close, especially while I remained uninformed.

I hope that you were able to recover from the disturbance, and that your small robots are both alright.

[but he dont give a fuck about connor]

Edited 2019-01-28 19:47 (UTC)

[ Presumably she's heard what's happened to him by now, has left some space for rest and recovery before checking in. (She's needed the same.) ]

Tired of people asking how you are, yet?

check in

Hey.

Do you think we can do something? I could use a friend right now. I mean, assuming you're up to it.

I guess I should have opened with that. Sorry, not really ... anyway. How are you?

[Talking to Prompto about Bellamy being gone really hit home how much it hurts. And it does. It does hurt. Reaching out to someone is hard, but she forces herself to do it. She's here. She's here, and there are people here. And that matters a lot.]

Markus, hello. Make it through okay?

Apologies for the radio silence, it's been a busy time. But it may be time to start getting serious about moving forward with the safehouse.

cha~cha~chaaaaaaannnnnnnn~~

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[look at his baby]

Hey, how're you feeling?

hi markus
would you and connor be good with your names being put down as contact information for any new ai coming in and being given bodies?

[ she sends along a link. ]

id: katelin.philips

@leo.fitz

text | @clarke.griffin

@connor.resnik

@noctis.sky