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[unknowable]

"Please leave a message and I'll return it as soon as I'm able."

[if necessary, you can also leave a message for Ronan Lynch here]

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[greywaren]

whats an autoclave

[unknowable]

It's a machine that uses steam and pressure to sterilize things, like medical and lab equipment. The biology lab had one, back at Aglionby.

Action!

[casperdisaster]

[After drinking with Ronan in Fear's temple, which wasn't really the best location for it, Ronan dragged Noah back to the house and dropped him in the bathroom. That was good. Really helpful, since Noah had gotten a little sick.

Then he got up, went to his room, drank a bit more of the berry vodka to keep himself going because he wanted to feel his best to help talk to his friends. And talk they would need. Adam would need. Because Ronan was Noah's best friend in the whole world - he would punch a cop for Ronan Lynch. There were no cops around, but there was something Noah could do for both of them.

Drunk off a combination of whiskey and vodka, Noah felt very strongly about this. He made his way downstairs to Adam's room, leaning against the wall while he knocked.]

Adam - Adam are you awake?

[unknowable]

[There's no response at first, and then the soft shuffle of Adam's sleepy footsteps. He opens the door, peers out at Noah.]

Well, I am now.

[He doesn't sound as annoyed as he could. Adam gets enough sleep these days, so he's not as protective of it as he once should have been (though, of course, never was - sleep was always the first thing to get pushed aside as unimportant).

Noah is not actually the person Adam would expect to find drunk at his door, though it's been awhile since Ronan's stumbled in to pass out on his floor. He misses it, a little, but he understands why it hasn't happened.]

What's going on?

[mintly]

[gansey, for all his ability at grand gestures, is not that great at gifts, where his friends are concerned. it's so difficult to walk the line of want and need, especially with someone like adam, especially when things aren't always the easiest between them.

so on christmas morning, waiting outside his door, he will find one pair of really nice, heavy-duty, waterproofed boots, along with two pairs of obnoxiously colored and pattered knee socks that could only possibly be beautiful in the eyes of one richard gansey. across the toes is a notebook. it's...just a notebook, except that glued into the front cover is a clearly painstaking sketch of two hands reaching across the page, their fingertips brushing. it's by no means perfect, but it's clear enough whose hands they are by the long thin fingers on one hand, nails clipped neat and short, and the scraped and scarred knuckles on the other.]

[Note left in Adam's room]

[casperdisaster]

[After Arya begins leaving her little gifts behind to try and help Noah remember his family, Noah knows he needs to talk to her when he's alive again. It's easier when he's alive, he can push through the sadness and fear to get to the memories or at least not vanish even if there's nothing there.

He's not sure he'll remember to talk to her though.

So he leaves a note with the ever-responsible Adam.]

ADAM-

I NEED TO TALK TO THE GIRL WITH THE FLASHLIGHT WHEN I'M ALIVE AGAIN.

DON'T LET ME FORGET.

-NOAH

[unknowable]

[He tucks the note next to the Latin book on his dresser, where he won't lose it. He'll remember for Noah.]

[whichend]

Do you about items made from fabric with straps and thin strips of metal all connected to a larger, hollow pouch...thing?

[unknowable]

[It takes him a minute.]

Like a backpack? Something with straps you can put your arms through, that can carry stuff?

text

[greywaren]

Hello my darling,

This is a cordial message to formally invite you into my quarters on this fine evening for a stirring conversation regarding the arrival of our new and charming guests. I trust that you will meet me in good spirits, and shall this conversation tarry into the morning hours, I pray that you will stay and keep me company with the music of your sweet voice and the warmth of your gentle lips.

Allow me to greet you into the delicate morn of this cave, and I shall be yours forever.

Sincerely,
RsftHE FUKc???

later, after he's laughed for a few minutes

[unknowable]

My sweet voice, huh? No one's ever written me a love letter before, Lynch.

action | post-zombie event

[greywaren]

[It's only a day or two after everything had happened- the invasion, the attack, the feel of the knife in his hand, and then Gansey leaving before they could even put everything together again.

Ronan sighs, letting his eyes slip shut as he leans against the stretch of wall between his bedroom door and Adam's own. He hasn't really slept- though, to be fair it seems like none of them have. And how could they? Every time he closes his eyes, he remembers pressing a hand down against Adam's elbow, securing him down and putting his bodyweight on him with Gansey kneeling next to them both, his hands on Adam's shoulders, his eyes squeezed shut, and Ronan remembers Adam's arm in front of him and his hand-

He'd carried Adam to bed after that, curled up around him and held him for hours, maybe a day or more- he doesn't remember. All he knows is that when he went outside again, Gansey was gone.

He feels numb with it, almost. Traumatized by it, definitely. An interesting combination of both in a sensation that he's intimately familiar with. It's the same thing he felt the evening after finding his father's body in the driveway, the night after finding his mother's body in the field. Adam's left forearm is gone, and the stump of it had been healed closed by Gansey, but Ronan was the one who held the heavy knife.

It's been too long since he's been back to see Adam already. Ronan had left the room last maybe forty minutes ago- just enough to shower and grab a bite to eat- but he already wants to be back there, wants to be reassuring him like he has been for the past... however long it's been. He just needs a second.

Slowly, he pulls his arms out from behind him, digging he heels of his hands into his eyes to try to clear up his vision and resolve the murkiness behind his eyes, before bending over and grabbing at the glass of water and bowl of soup he'd brought with him.

It feels strange to knock but he does it anyway, just once, before slowly creaking the door open and stepping inside. Adam is still in bed, where Ronan had left him- he's not sure if the other boy has finally managed to doze off or not.]

...Adam?

[His voice is soft, barely a whisper as he creeps forward, bowl and glass in hand. Hopefully if Adam is asleep, it won't be enough to wake him.]

[unknowable]

[Adam's thoughts feel scattered, loose. He needs to pull himself together, he needs to get over this and move on, and he knows that. Part of him is angry at himself for falling apart like this. He almost died, okay. He lost his hand, fine. That's no excuse for making himself useless, it's no excuse for making Ronan take care of him.

Another part of him, analytical and distant, knows that he's been through serious trauma. Physical shock is the least of it, and even that is significant. He can't expect or demand that he recover instantly, and he should not beat himself up because he's unable to do so.

But most of Adam is simply too scattered to focus on either of those things. This has happened before, at the worst of times with his father. It's like a step back from the world, removing himself so that he can stay whole. He focuses on his breathing instead, on Ronan's voice, on Cabewater's leaves curling against his skin. Not the empty place where his hand should be, not what almost happened.

He'll recover. He's nothing if not a survivor, and this - he can't do this for much longer. Ronan needs him to have his shit together, and so does everyone else. But for now, it's too much.

He wasn't sleeping. He rouses a little when Ronan comes in, and more when he speaks.]

I'm awake.

[His voice doesn't shake, but it's distant and soft, and a little hoarse. He doesn't remember screaming, but he's pretty sure he did.]

action | post-rage event

[greywaren]

[The morning after all of the inexplicable anger had faded, Ronan feels kind of like a tool.

He knows that he'd initially had Adam's best interests at heart, but when those best interests became tied up in his own pride, in his own anger, it had been hard to really make sense of what he was saying, what he was doing- and before he knew it, they were fighting for days. Ronan had been angrier, and Adam hadn't understood why- or maybe he did, or maybe he just thought that it was normal, or maybe he figured it out by the end- but Ronan couldn't help the rage that pulsed in him literally every time that Adam tried to take a step back and look at the situation.

It was like his rationale- one of the things Ronan admires about him- was suddenly the most infuriating quality he'd ever seen, and Ronan winces when he remembers how Adam had tried to salvage this thing for as long as he could before the explosive finale of their argument and then the avoidance.

It's been just a few days since they've seen one another face to face, but it feels like years, with how close they've grown. That's why, instead of waiting for Adam to come home, Ronan goes to him instead, dropping in on the clinic during one of Adam's shifts, looking a little sheepish, but sure of himself all the same.]

Parrish? You here?

[unknowable]

[Everything is honestly a little blurry to Adam. He slept so little - the absolute minimum he could, only allowing himself to rest when his body could no longer take it, when it forced him to sleep whether he wanted to or not. And that always put him in a bad mood, and after shorting himself of sleep so badly it was never enough to really feel rested. So Adam has been either angry or exhausted for days, the anger upsetting him and the exhaustion blurring everything so it's just a long, hazy memory of sharp words and weariness.

He remembers the fight, though. And he remembers the days since then, his angered avoidance of Ronan. He was out of the house most of the time anyway, trying to find things to occupy him and keep him awake, and when he was home - well, they both seemed to be avoiding each other. He missed Ronan, but he wasn't willing to try to mend things when Ronan didn't seem to want to, and he was too constantly irritated in general for the effort it would take.

He regrets that now. It was the gods, he knows, it wasn't really them, but - he doesn't like fighting with Ronan, and he especially doesn't like that it lasted so long. For the last couple days, he's been at the clinic - snatching sleep there when he has no other choice, not even bothering to go home. The fog rose, though, the anger disappeared as if it had never been, and then Adam was too exhausted to go home. He collapsed into an empty bed and slept for hours, and it still wasn't really enough but he had a shift to get to, had things to do.

He's going home after. He's going to find Ronan and apologize, and then maybe sleep some more. He feels better, but he's still tired.

It's a surprise to hear Ronan's voice, though he doesn't know why. Maybe only because it's been longer than usual, only because the last time they spoke it ended badly.]

Ronan? I'm in here.

text

[greywaren]

hey

[Spontaneous texts from Ronan are almost never a good thing...]

text

[greywaren]

ive been thinking about bats

[Aaand there it is.]

[Text]

[lifetothefullest]

[There's no way to make this not weird, but it's also not going to get any less weird with time. So a few days after the event ends he decides to just be an adult, especially since he's more concerned than he is anything else.]

Hi Adam. Are you doing okay after the event?

[Text]

[unknowable]

[Oh wow. This is... super weird. But he won't ignore the message, at least. Probably after everything was over the polite thing would have been to contact Lance himself, though he doesn't really know what he would have said.]

Yeah. Everything's back to normal, so I guess it's fine.

Are you okay?

10th | Audio

[coheres]

[ The message may come from UNKNOWN but the voice is clearly Sharon's. ]

You doing OK? [ She just came back, she needs to do her rounds. ]

[unknowable]

[He didn't expect to hear her voice again, and after his shock fades he answers quickly.]

Still intact. Still alive. You're back?

text

[greywaren]

[This comes a few days after he's fully recovered. Ronan is feeling a little self conscious about the whole affair and hasn't said much on it either way, until this text.]

So... are we gonna keep the windows barricaded.

I kinda like it. Looks very zombie apocalypse.

Which we've also done.

Might help us against the next one.

text

[unknowable]

They should put you on that doomsday preppers show.

I don't know. I kinda like it too, but I'm a little afraid you'll come home drunk and smash your head in because of those tripwires.

text

[greywaren]

hey you know the boats that we got

i got one.

you wanna go for a ride?

text

[unknowable]

You 'got one'?

I'm not even going to ask.

Can you sail it or are we going to get lost at sea?

22nd | text

[fogsong]

Hey, is everything out at your place? [ also this is a 'hi, i'm checking in on you' text ]

22nd | text

[unknowable]

Yeah.

It's really cold. I'm not a fan.

Are you okay?