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[ CATCH-ALL ] look at me, look at me
Who: Sabine + OPEN/CLOSED
When: May
Where: Thorne, Nocwich, Nott, Horizon
What: A catch-all!
Warnings: None. #ForNow
Because
I exist
I exist
I exist
[ starters below.
wanderlustlover, plotting plurk,
or at ɑรรɑรรiɳcɑptɑiɳ#6353 to plot. ]
When: May
Where: Thorne, Nocwich, Nott, Horizon
What: A catch-all!
Warnings: None. #ForNow
I exist
I exist
I exist
[ starters below.
or at ɑรรɑรรiɳcɑptɑiɳ#6353 to plot. ]
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But that's not really the important part of what's happening right now.
He gestures at Sabine.
"They just pulled her through, I- I found her at the hospital." A beat, and then the completely unnecessary clarification, "Alive."
Sorry, he's just. Still completely fucking baffled, and amazed — Kahlil may be able to see the evidence of it on him. The tear tracks he'd hastily scrubbed away in the courtyard. The way his eyes are still a little red. The bits of grass clinging to his back from the tumble they took, which maybe... makes slightly less immediate sense, but is nonetheless there.
He literally just went out for a check-up, and now he's coming back with a whole entire girlfriend.
Kind of a significantly larger step up than that one time with the unexpected raccoon.
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Alive; that offkey, one-second later addition of Jack's, only serves to remind Sabine that Jack is still missing when she 'died' for a given enough definition the world had made paperwork and phone calls to officialize it. She supposed this—even if it was wildly out of the correct turn of time—was a more straightforward way than the last to counter that.
"It's been a few days, actually, but everyone's been everywhere with what happened,
and I was trying to help out wherever anyone needed some hands."
She still doesn't entirely know what all of it was either, but she'd thrown in to help where she could, as she could until she could make a better heads or tails of whatever had happened to her between the last thing that made sense and waking up here. At least one small part of too many mysteries had solved itself.
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"You must have a lot to catch up on," he starts slowly, a knit at his brow. "And you probably want to relax -"
He turns, picking up the large book from his bed and closing it shut with a dull thud, tucking it under one arm.
"I should bring this back to the library." A nod to both of them, a small smile to Jack. He starts to step by them to get through the door, clasping his shoulder. "I'll come back later to get my things, that way you two can have some privacy."
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The abrupt departure leaves him blinking, vaguely confused — but honestly? He's too distracted to properly piece together the full context of what's unfolding here. In a few weeks he'll look back on this moment and understand, but for right now, wrapped up as he is in the shock, all he can think to do is wheel around to Sabine. Finally processing what she just said.
"Wait, you've been here for days?"
And just like that, the boy was lost in the sauce again. A total roommate fumble and failure on his part, an inconsiderate friend in this moment, but — could anyone really blame him? He's having his mind blown today.
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Sabine called before the door had closed on the man slipping out. Noting down another face and name she hadn't known, though she was sure to pick up more on him soon enough, but that was pushed to one said as Jack was turning back to her with that repeat of her words, and it was her turn to look a little chagrinned.
She should have figured out that double-beat tug earlier than the last hour.
She only had to look at Jack now to know what the only thing that sound could be was.
"—and, yeah, most of it helping to take care of the townspeople who were rescued."
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is shouted from down the hall.