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un: eleven

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TESSISAMESS

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audio. un: barnes.

[starer]

[It's a message, technically. One that'll only alert her to it when she's outside of whatever building she's in. When she's a little bit freer to talk.]

Hey, kid. It's Bucky. Let me know when you get this.

[savingthrows]

[ She's still not used to this. Bucky, therefore, gets a grand total of three messages back...

The first: ]

.... Hi.

[ The second, after a mild delay: ]

This is Eleven.

[ And then, finally, after another delay, because she's used to walkie talkies and not this: ]

... over?

[starer]

[She may not be able to see it, but her responses leave him with a soft smile on his face. The fact she's responding at all is enough to cause it.]

It's good to hear your voice.

[And he means it. Sure, they may not have known each other for long. But he does care for her.]

How're you holding up?

audio; un: stark

[arc_reactor]

Eggo-1, this is Stark, over.

( he even adds in a little static crackle, because why the heck not? )

[savingthrows]

This is. Not a walkie talkie. You're being silly.

[ Delivered not unkindly, but with the usual weight of 14 year old judgment. You can practically hear the scrunched up nose and the brow furrowed in confusion.

But then, a moment later: ]

... over.

[arc_reactor]

Roger that, Eggo-1. Silliness is necessary. Been a tough week. How about you?

( Lest he forget: )

Over.

left at her shelter.

[starer]

[It's the morning after they got back from the last mission. And while he knows he made Eleven a promise of waffle mountains and camp outs, after everything that happened during their last mission, he's had to put that on hold. At least temporarily.

So instead, there's a box left outside her tent for when she returns. Inside, there's a few bags of pre-made waffles, along with a note explaining how to reheat them. Next, is a new friend for her, even if she doesn't have the context behind it. And finally, something more her size. Not that he's planning on asking for his own jacket back. He's already claimed a temporary replacement. And, if she checks the pockets, there's also a folded up note waiting for her:

Hey, Eleven

I'm going to have to take a rain check on our plans for a while. Some stuff came up that I need to take care of first. But the second I can, I'll be coming to see you. If you need anything before that, you come find me. I don't care what it is. I'll be there.

Sorry for cancelling on you like this. I wouldn't have done it if it wasn't important. And I promise I'll make it up to you as soon as I can.

Bucky

And that's it. Sorry, kiddo, but he has a best friend-slash-something he needs to focus on for a while.]

[savingthrows]

[ The day after leaving this care package with her, Bucky will find a response. A folded note with very rough, childlike handwriting on it. The note is placed carefully atop a single walkie talkie. It's a different make and model than the one Eleven has - but they can attune to the same frequency, that's what matters. The supply drop finally got her a second one.

She still doesn't like the earpieces.

The note reads: ]

Dear Bucky
You don't have to check for rain inside, silly.
If it's important, I forgive you, because you didn't lie.
Thank you for giving a promise. I know it's a thing you can't ever break.
You can say hi on the walkie talkie, when you're lonely. But you have to say "come in" and "over". I can teach you if you don't know how.
.-- . / -.-. .- -. / .- .-.. ... --- / -- --- .-. ... .
Eleven

[starer]

[Well. Guess who's going to start carrying a walkie talkie with him from here on out. He might need to see if he can rope Tony in to making some kind of a case for it, considering what he gets up to on missions. But for now, he keeps it clipped to his side. When he's not using it, of course.]

Hey, Eleven. This is Bucky. Come in.

[Because what use is having a radio if you don't use it?]

audio, post-braccia — un: the.doctor ;

[lateness]

Hello, hello, hello! Just checking in, seeing how you're doing now that we're all back on this station, eh. Like a bit of a house-call, only there's no house. Just the station. And the call.

Anywho — I'll be around, just message me when you get this!

[savingthrows]

Hi.

[ She says it a little slowly, like always, as if she's hesitant. But it sounds like she's smiling. ]

I got this. Do you need me?

[lateness]

[ Good! Smiling! He likes the sound of smiling. ]

Just to let me know how you are, that's all. Are you doing all right? Getting enough to eat? Sleeping okay?

special delivery

[bossily]

[Eleven is still out as Christmas approaches. Clara isn't going to leave her out of the festivities, however. She leaves a wrapped gift at Eleven's bedside table in the infirmary. Whenever she wakes up, it'll be there to open.

Inside is a big bag of sweets that she made herself, a stuffed little dragon, and a little jack o lantern made out of orange clay. It's face is almost a perfect replica of the pumpkin Eleven had carved back around Halloween.

There's also a note beneath the items in the box.

Here are a few things I hope make you feel like a fourteen year old girl that's getting to enjoy all the excitement life in space has to offer. I know so many experiences here are your first, and things must seem so overwhelming sometimes. But please never forget that I'm always here to help guide you if you need it. Sorry I wasn't able to make Halloween absolutely perfect, but if you wake up in time to enjoy Christmas I'll make sure to share every wonderful aspect of it with you.

- Clara]

Voice; un: stardust

[shadysided]

Hey! Let's, like... have a sleepover. Or something.

[She doesn't super used to uttering these words.

But, y'know. She's learning that having friends around your age is nice. So.]

[savingthrows]

[ The voice message starts, but there's no voice at first, just soft breathing. Then, tentative - and quite clearly unsure: ]

You want to have a sleepover. With... me?

[ Eleven has only ever been on one sleepover, with Max, who was already her friend and therefore had a reason to want Eleven around. Ziggy is cool, though, and from everything Eleven has learned about kids it's that she herself is not cool, and therefore someone like Ziggy probably wouldn't want to do popular kid activities like sleepovers and 'hanging', whatever that means. ]

video; un: romanoff

[deaddrop]

Hey, kid. How are you holding up?

[Quick and to the point. With so many people letting the most recent mission get to them, seems worth checking on Eleven.

Hard to say how she'd be taking all of this.]

[savingthrows]

I'm lying down.

[ She is, actually. On her bed, head dangling off the edge, feet up against the wall Bucky and her painted bright months ago to make it look less like a sterile room. There are some splotches where they painted over the rainbows he'd put in there - not knowing the connotation wasn't a good one at all.

Now, she likes her room. ]

Everyone seems sad.

action; sometime in the night! | cw: anxiety/panic attack-like symptoms

[groupiedrifter]

[It's 2 in the morning, or whatever equivalent the station has — the time most people try to get some shut-eye, anyway. Newt had been someone in that very same situation himself, pleasantly dreaming of home and friends he hasn't seen in years, just before the skies turned dark and his nose had began to gush blood —

Only he had woken up to no blood. No dark skies, no chittering precursor voices. But it's enough to startle him to his feet and out the door; he forgets his glasses as he goes — not for the first time — and ends up pacing the halls and chewing his thumbnail like a paranoid freak.

It's where he very nearly runs right into Eleven, and he looks at her blurry outline anxiously.]

What're you doing up right now, kid? You should be getting some sleep...!

[He says it fast and breathlessly, maybe even with exasperated irritation, like someone who is just trying to get her out of there so he can self-destruct in peace. But there's no peace to be had, and as he paces even still, he rubs his own arms and tries to settle the choking fear of a million beady black eyes on him.]

[savingthrows]

[ She's nearly drowning in an oversized shirt that she clearly intended to wear to bed. But truth be told she never quite got there. She does something at night sometimes that she knows she's not supposed to do.

Eleven spies.

It's not always. It's not even every night. But sometimes, when the shadows creep in, when closing her eyes brings monsters or labcoats into her mind, she stays up instead. Ties cloth over her eyes and looks in on the people she likes. Sometimes, she just goes and sits in the sunlight room.

Tonight, she saw someone she's grown to like wake from a nightmare. It's not coincidence that Newt very nearly runs into her. But he doesn't need to know that. Instead, Eleven softly says: ]

I do what I want.

[ Because that much is true, always. And after watching him fidget and rub his own arms, Eleven eventually holds out her hand. ]

Sunlight. We can sit. You can tell me.

[farr]

[ one morning on the station, on each orber's door, the following hand-written note (in fancy calligraphy) will be taped:


the orber can choose to attend or simply listen in to the meeting when it occurs, or they may ignore it altogether. ]

audio; un: mccoy

[homeostatic]

( As soon as this crosses his feed: )

Hey Elle...

( Here goes, )

I saw your reply to Dr. Geiszler. I want you to know, that you shouldn't ever let anyone make you feel like you have to talk about the laboratory to be taken seriously.

[savingthrows]

[ There's a message back, but it contains a lot of silence at first, as if Eleven went to respond and then didn't quite know what to say.

Eventually, softly: ]

They think I'm just some kid.

text; un: romanoff

[deaddrop]

Hey, kid.

Just wanted to let you know if you have any questions about kissing or sex things

Or language adults don't want to explain

Feel free to ask me if you want a second opinion.

Cool?

Re: text; un: romanoff

[savingthrows]

you explain better than bucky

[ Just facts. ]

why does the door need to be open when mike visits?

[farr]

[ yet another flyer ends up on every orber's door, evidently by the same culprit as last time, except now it's a more colorful display:


the back of the flyer features more details about the play and its characters, and soon enough, an announcement from rita herself goes public, giving more context about the event, which all can sign up for. ]