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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

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Action-ish, backdated to 10/7

[chaos_drifter]

It takes Avalon a moment to find Will amongst the plethora of new minds on the Narrenschiff. He feels different from how he had before they had lost their powers, but they have no idea what the difference is. Before they connect fully, he might feel them brush his mind a few times, as if moving on in their search and then coming back to him. His mind has been silent before, so they could be wrong.

When they feel more confident that they have the right mind, they switch to words. ::I heard what the Captain said about letting wardens go home, but if he has trouble with supplies, removing mouths to feed would be an easy choice. Do you think he needs us for something?::

Re: Action-ish, backdated to 10/7

[empathicfault]

Will wasn't expecting this, but he wasn't completely surprised by it, either. After all, John had offered to share messages telepathically. Other people who could talk that way would be able to do so.

He doesn't notice until the words begin, but he'd been bristling for a short while at seemingly nothing. This explained it. Once identified, Will's defensiveness eases down. Funny how Avalon's become someone he trusts, lately.

::I think he does. Either he needs the living souls to provide a battery, or...I'm not sure. Maybe we're a bartering chip? Whatever it is, I can't imagine it'd be good.::

Video

[abrightboy]

[Malcolm hasn’t come home yet. When he calls, Will probably recognizes that he’s sitting in a back corner of the greenhouse with his back against the wall. He can see the pond from here.]

What if I Become by evolving into a bad person so slowly, I don’t even realize it’s happening? Does it work like that?

Re: Video

[empathicfault]

Will, who had been looking forward to a break from picking up charred furniture, stills in place. He looks at the video and tilts his head to the side, practically burning a hole in his communicator.

"That's how it was for me," he answers truthfully. "But it was fully orchestrated to be that way. If you're concerned about it, it hasn't happened."

He'd been leaning against a wall, but now he pushes off of it, making his way towards Malcolm as if they're magnetized to each other. "What did happen?"

Private | Voice

[neverwaitslong]

Could I curl up with you for awhile?

Re: Private | Voice

[empathicfault]

[ Will hadn't heard who had made it from the other boat, only that few had. He'd been hoping for Signy, but knew it wasn't likely. His voice is gentle and quiet when he speaks. ]

I'd like that. I have a very comfortable couch if you want to come to Level 3. Or I can go to you?

text;

[bhaallistic]

[After this.]

Hello, Will. I'm contacting you on behalf of Vincent Valentine.

Do you require any assistance cleaning up the counselling offices?

Right after Jedao reports Justine's Amnesia Attack on Will

[abrightboy]

Malcolm listens to the message, then shoves his device in his pocket and runs out of his cabin barefoot and with his shirt sleeves unbuttoned, the pause to put on shoes or tidy himself up deemed a waste of precious time.

"WILL!!" He runs down the hall. He can detect Will's scent, but they live in a room on this hallway and Will comes through here multiple times every day. "WILLLLL!!!" He gets to the stairs. Up or down? Up or down? He looks down, hesitates a moment, then runs up.

He stops at each floor above him, stepping out into the hall to see if it smells particularly of Will, then he ducks back into the stairs and keeps heading up.

On the deck, he finally scents him and follows it, still at a run.

"WILL!!!!!" he calls as he goes. He sees Winston before he sees Will leaning on the rail. "Oh. Winston, thank god. Where's...?" He sees him and bounds over. "Will! Are you okay?"

Re: Right after Jedao reports Justine's Amnesia Attack on Will

[empathicfault]

Winston gives Malcolm a somewhat mournful look before turning to where Will is leaning, face turned upward and staring with naked fascination.

He looks down when he hears yelling, and that one word. Is his name Will? He'd thought...well, it doesn't matter what he thought. He smiles a little, until he realizes the man in front of him is in such distress. His face immediately falls.

"I suppose so, but I...don't remember anything. I'm sorry." He searches Malcolm's face. He wants to stop that pain. "You know me well. Can I ask how?" he asks gently.

after... everything

[greatoldjohn]

Malcolm mentioned that you were one of the ones who got fucked with.

You were kind when Arthur got fucked with. So... if there's anything I can do to help, please let me know.

Re: after... everything

[empathicfault]

Hi, John. Thank you for the kindness.

[ His smile is warm and he looks a little surprised. ]

I'm doing better than you might expect. I've lost memories before, and this was...almost nice, in comparison. But....

How are you doing, John? I know things have been rough lately. You want to come by and chat, have some tea...?

After Justine

[madaboutit]

Hey

Heard a bit about what happened.

You ok?

Re: After Justine

[empathicfault]

I'm all right. But she got me with it. I've been through a worse process before, so I'm not too poorly off. Scared Malcolm to hell, though.

She didn't get you, too, right? I know she hit Maggie.

Spam, during the Flood

[chaos_drifter]

Avalon finds Will in one of the hallways. They wear the form of a small husky, and they have a bag strapped to their back to hold their orb and their clothes. Their item hangs from a chain around their neck.

They nose Will, then reach out telepathically. He feels accessible, at least at first glance. ::Do you need help staying warm? I can stay in this form if you would rather not touch me as a person.::

Re: Spam, during the Flood

[empathicfault]

"Well hello, there," Will says warmly, even before Avalon reaches out to him. He pets their head and scritches lightly between the ears, not pausing when he hears their mental voice. He's starting to get used to it, and it certainly doesn't hurt that they're in his favorite form.

"I could always use a little help, it seems," he says aloud, mostly wondering if Avalon could use the assistance themself. "You just be in whatever form is comfortable for you."

Dec 28 - Wedding Night

[abrightboy]

After the party winds down and, last to leave, they're walking out of the Enclosure, Malcolm takes Will's hand. He feels like he's walking on a cloud, but he's still excited to surprise Will with the little project he put together this morning.

When they reach their floor, Malcolm grins at him and his grip on Will's hand tightens and he breaks into a run, tugging him along until they reach their door.

Taped to the door at about eye level is a handwritten sign that says Honeymoon Suite.

Malcolm grins at him. "This must be our room for tonight. Would you care to do the honours?" he asks, gesturing to the door.

Re: Dec 28 - Wedding Night

[empathicfault]

Will raises his eyebrow as Malcolm starts running. But there's been a smile on his face pretty much the whole day and it's certainly not disappearing now. He speeds up and marvels at how fun it feels to run, even on two legs. Especially when they're rushing towards their own space.

It's not until they reach the door and he sees the sign that he realizes what's going on. He breaks into a joyous laugh and a small, muttered, "When did you find time?" The 'honours,' though- he nods. And in one motion, he'll move to try to sweep Malcolm off his feet and into Will's arms in a princess carry. It'd be a gamble beforehand, but after his turning? It shouldn't be a problem.

And okay, this is Malcolm's threshold already, but he's still going to be carried across it. Will reaches for the door handle once Malcolm's sufficiently situated.

Voice

[artistinexile]

Good day, Warden Graham.

May I speak to you about a request concerning your inmate?

Re: Voice

[empathicfault]

[ Now this is unexpected. ]

Yes, of course. What's going on?

After Vincent's post - video

[abrightboy]

[Malcolm sees this message and before responding or doing anything else, calls Will, speaking into his communicator with increasing urgency.]

Will? Will? Will are you there? Please tell me you're not hanging on a hook somewhere. Will? WILL?

Re: After Vincent's post - video

[empathicfault]

[ The look he gives his communicator is fond. ]

I'm okay, Malcolm. I'm just upstairs. Haven't felt up to heading out yet.

Private | Voice

[neverwaitslong]

Hello, Will. Are you feeling better after the breach? Do you want to come over to my cabin for awhile?

Re: Private | Voice

[empathicfault]

Hello, Ulla. I do seem to have gotten it out of my system. More importantly...it seems like other people might've finally gotten it out of their systems.

I'm free now. Want me to come now or wait a few minutes?

After training with Lark

[abrightboy]

[He can't even wait until he sees Will at home or back at the office. He goes straight back to their cabin after training and calls him.]

Will! Guess what? Lark is going to train me to be super good at sniffing so I have a wolf thing I can do that doesn't involve killing stuff with my teeth. He was just teaching me!

Re: After training with Lark

[empathicfault]

[ Will's already smiling when his camera turns on. He's in the office- technically- but he's putting out food in the cat room, which is part of his heading out routine. ]

Of course. What a perfect idea. How's he starting you out on it? Sniffing a bunch of different smells, I'd...guess?

Text;

[bythelight]

Hello, my name is Anduin Wrynn. We haven't spoken before, but I'd like to talk to you about the idea of helping people prepare for life post-graduation.

I saw you offered a sign-up sheet at the counselling office. Have you had much interest? I wondered if something more formal might help, for people who are uncertain where their interests or skills may be of use.

Re: Text;

[empathicfault]

Good to meet you, Anduin. It's a relief to hear someone's interested in this. I've had a few people sign up to offer instruction, but we've also only had a few people show any interest.

That's not much of a surprise, considering the recent Breach and flood were rough on a lot of people. There's a lot of focusing on their current situation, rather than looking to the future. It's the sort of thing that runs in cycles around here.

I set up what I did rather informally, because I've seen at least a couple of attempts to formalize support systems fall apart. But I'm not against giving it a try. Are you thinking of something less like a therapist and more like an advisor role?

After the conversation with Arthur; Spam

[abrightboy]

[Will knew what Malcolm had gone to the library for. He was there when Malcolm took the call from Arthur. It's not even an hour later when Malcolm quietly lets himself into their cabin, but the emotions coming from him aren't the defeat or self-reproach that the two blooming black eyes he's sporting might suggest he should expect. There's a sort of peace in him now.]

Will? I'm back.

[He glances around the open space as he toes off his shoes into the boot tray by the door. He still wants his hugs. And maybe the bag of frozen peas. In that order.]

Re: After the conversation with Arthur; Spam

[empathicfault]

[ Malcolm is easier to read than most, to the point that Will doesn't even have to see him first anymore. Their knowledge of each other, Will's heightened senses, and the heart on Malcolm's sleeve...it all makes inhabiting his husband's emotions easier.

So while at first, Will can tell there's a shift and a calm? He doesn't know how it went until he sees those black eyes. His upper lip curls up a little, but he still manages a sad smile as he approaches. ]

Welcome back. Come here.

[ Hugs first-- and last. Peas in the middle, after some comfort. Will wraps his arms around his husband and rubs his back, careful to avoid touching the bruises on Malcolm's face. When he speaks, it's into Malcolm's hair. ]

You seem...relieved.

Aftermath

[abrightboy]

After Varker's ambush attack, Malcolm fled to the cabin he once again shares with Will and only Will (with visits from Walter, though he's curious if Walter will stop coming for a bit in the wake of the flood).

Completely uncharacteristically, he doesn't even look around to see if Will is home when he bursts through the door. He slams it shut, throws every deadbolt and the chain, not mindful at all of the blood he smears on them or the door or drips on the floor as he then hurries into the bathroom.

Once he has his deeply torn forearm and opposite hand in the sink to inspect, he can actually wash some of the blood off and assess the wounds. Not good seems like it would be an obvious conclusion, but he is literally looking for something to bandage them with while trying only somewhat successfully to keep his oozing wounds over the sink.

Re: Aftermath

[empathicfault]

At first, it seems like Will isn't there. He seems to just appear in an instant, standing behind Malcolm.

"Stop." His voice brooks no argument. Assuming he's listened to, he'll be carefully wrapping one of their fluffy, superabsorbent cotton towels around the deeper wound.

His face is blank, focused on his task. He's putting pressure on it, and he knows it probably hurts. Hopefully not enough for Malcolm to pass out. "What happened?"

[neverwaitslong]

Ulla pokes her head into Will's office, after making sure he's not with anyone. "Are you busy, or are you free to talk a little?"

She's on foot today, in an ivy-green dress.

[empathicfault]

Will smiles and stands when he sees it's her. He gestures towards the empty chair across from him.

"No, not too busy. And I could use a break, anyway. How've you been? Everything been settling down for you?"

It better have, he thinks.