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[danzan]

un: wolverine history t @ hs, lit prof @ college, volunteer @ S.T.R.A.N.G.E. living at 2008 howard hill, dunwich hollow more info + plots here ( TXT AUTO-REPLY ) This Fluid is in DO NOT DISTURB mode. If you would like your message to appear as a notification, send "URGENT". ( VOICEMAIL MSG ) "It's Logan. You know what to do."

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voicemail, 12/1.

[oddbod]

[As soon as they're back in town, and Clara can hole up in her house and hide from everyone, she decides to get in touch with the person who might be least put off by her predicament.]

Hiya. [Cheerful, with the slightest tremor at the edge.] Just checking in, now that everything's- [Back to normal? Not in the slightest. She trails off, thoughts a good many steps ahead of her words.] There's, uh. Something I sort of want to talk to you about? Let me know when you've got a sec. Thanks!

text | un: wolverine | 2nd dec, some time after midnight.

[danzan]

[ He's been a little too busy trying to get everything back in order now that they've all returned to town. With a hole in the kitchen wall and shattered tiles and a shattered oven door with dried wendigo bloodstains...

The point is. He doesn't really check his Fluid until later. But Clara doesn't sleep, so he figures it'll be all right-- ] What is it?

[oddbod]

[She's wide awake and caulking her bathtub, so the response is a welcome alternative.

... If only it was an easier conversation to have.]

I've got a bit of a medical problem that I'm not sure how to deal with.

[She means from an actual medical standpoint, but... emotional as well, she supposes.]

Did Diarmuid tell you how he fell in the lake?

[danzan]

Not in detail.

You hurt?

[oddbod]

Not as bad as I would be if he hadn't run out on the ice. This sort of wolf thing attacked me, and he lured it away. I'm just not quite sure what to do about it now.

[danzan]

What do you mean "not quite sure"?

[oddbod]

It’s the first injury I’ve had that should have killed me.

[And she’s trying very hard not to be freaked out by it.]

[danzan]

[ He spends a few moments staring at the words on his screen before hitting the CALL button.

Somehow text feels too detached for something like this.

When the call's picked up, he cuts right to the chase-- ] How do you feel?

[oddbod]

Weird. [An understatement.] Not like myself.

[A bit like a nightmare, only too detached to truly be horrific. She still hasn't quite processed everything.]

I shouldn't even be able to talk.