fourth train → written/action?

[infinitefrown]

[(For Emmet:)When Ingo comes home to the apartment, he's practically dead on his feet. His hair's a mess, even with his hat; dark rings accent his eyes, and his skin is pale and scratched. He's staring ahead of him, at nothing in particular-- getting there was hard enough even without paying full attention to his surroundings. Still, he looks better than the unconscious bundle he's cradling in his arms-- Silver.

Please be there, Emmet. He's not sure how much longer he can hold up like this. He may very well just pass out next to Silver on the bed if Emmet's not home...]




[A little while after his return from the draft (and his inevitable exhausted sleep), Ingo goes ahead and makes a written entry to the network. He's too tired to do much else-- no one wants to see how much of an overwrought mess he is on video, anyway; the picture captured by the journal should be enough as it is.

His handwriting is a little shaky, but it's still completely legible.]

Those of you who know Silver-- he has returned from the draft. However, due to unfortunate circumstances he was forced to take an action that lead to a continued unconsciousness.

How long this will last is uncertain, but it is likely to last some days. He is currently in room 34 of Community Housing Building 1 if anyone would care to see him or inquire after his health.

Thank you.

[short and formal and emotionally distant-- the whole writing format helps with that, naturally. Should anyone see him in person, it's quickly apparent that Ingo's quite distraught about all of this.

As he said, though, feel free to stop by sometime. Silver is out cold, of course-- and a very-fussy Chandelure hangs close by him.]

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voice; October 31

[endgames]

[This is bound to be short. Shikamaru just got back from the draft and is waiting for the pain pill to kick in for his dislocated shoulder. Cracking open his journal for the first time in a week was meant to pass the time.]

Hey. [And his voice is tired.] ...he up yet?

voice; October 31

[infinitefrown]

I'm afraid not. [Ah, this is that one guy... with the whole Chandelure-amnesia.. oh yeah, and he saw him fighting with Silver against Moro, too. Okay. did he evacuate like they did? Doesn't sound like it...]

Very little sign of improvement, as well; perhaps a slight coloring in the face but otherwise nothing. [It's pretty hard to mask the concern in his voice. Three days already...]

voice; October 31

[endgames]

[How long has he...? Shikamaru doesn't ask, but glances to find the date this entry was made. Which he should have done earlier. Twenty-eighth. Been a few days. Day after Moro.]

Aa.

[He's numb. It's been a few hours, and the fight is still boiling in his blood, but the adrenaline is clearing enough that he's free to think about other things again.

Not all of his friends came back unscathed. None of them died (except the one you helped kill, ha) but not all of them are safe yet. Like Silver. And now that he has the time to think of it, like ice seeping into his veins realization is catching up to him.

That draft was horrible.

And he just sits on the couch, thinking like that. He's not sure how much time has passed when he remembers the journal is still open on his knee.]

...okay.

[Dumbly. And then with fingers that don't feel like they're attached to him, he shuts the journal.]