[twenty six] Check in. I mean it.

[goodgrasshopper]

How's everyone doing after that flood?  Okay?  Not okay?  Check in please?

[private to Marco]
How did you fare?  Did you regress back to childhood, or were you yourself?  Anything we need to talk about?

[private to Cissie]
You were killed?  Suzanne Cecila King-Jones, you'd better tell me you're okay.

Comments

[Private | Text]

[cisskabob]

I'm okay. ...Aside from the death toll, anyway.

[Private | Text]

[goodgrasshopper]

...Okay. How... are you feeling? Can I get you anything? Visit? Look in on Tibs?

[Private | Text]

[cisskabob]

Pretty tired, mostly. But a visit would be nice... And looking in on Tibs would be great, thanks.

[Private | Text]

[goodgrasshopper]

I can do both of those things.

[SPAM]
[After checking in on Tibs, feeding him, and leaving Mouse there to look after him, Molly turns up in the infirmary. With a change of clothes for Cissie.]

Thought you might want these.

[SPAM]

[cisskabob]

[Aww, Mouse the catsitter. Cissie appreciates those clothes so much, and she smiles and tries to sit up.]

Oh, I do. Thank you.

[SPAM]

[goodgrasshopper]

You're welcome. Lie down. [She sits on the edge of the bed.] What happened?

[SPAM]

[cisskabob]

[Yeah, Cissie's not going to argue with that. She flops back against the pillows and slides over to leave room for Molly.]

I couldn't sleep, so I went to the gym. Aleera either followed me or was already in there, but--the flood got to her too. She was too fast.

[SPAM]

[goodgrasshopper]

[Vampires again, hnnnn.] I bet. So... Exsanguination fun, huh? How are you feeling?

[Private]

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

Okay. Checking my hair every five minutes to make sure it's still all there, but okay.

[Private]

[goodgrasshopper]

Yeeah. That was... an interesting look on you. Young Justice days, huh?

[Private]

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

Yeah, and my hair wasn't even the worst on the team. At first, my-- [...pause, he doesn't want to talk about Cassie. And she's not his girlfriend anymore.] I mean, uh, Impulse. He was practically more hair than guy. And Slobo? Man. We definitely did not win any prizes for best dressed team.

[Private]

[goodgrasshopper]

Yeah, well, you were kids. Most kids go through a period of extremely questionable fashion before they discover something that works for them. I mean--I had a pretty serious goth phase. I'm pretty sure I looked ridiculous.

[Private]

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

Seriously? ...are there pictures?

[Private]

[goodgrasshopper]

Um. Yes. ...Is this you asking to see them?

[Private]

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

[A pause, then Kon grins.] Can I?

Text.

[ifightfor]

Do Floods ordinarily tamper with personal records?

Text.

[goodgrasshopper]

...No. Why do you ask?

Text. // go go denial~

[ifightfor]

There's an anomaly in my recordkeeping. A message I didn't put there.

Text.

[goodgrasshopper]

...That's odd. Maybe you don't remember it? Do you remember anything about the past few days?

Text.

[ifightfor]

There are no gaps in my memory for those days.

Text.

[goodgrasshopper]

Huh. Yes, that is pretty unusual. What's different about the message?

Private

[allusionsahoy]

I faired well, didn't regress and there's nothing we need to talk about.

Private

[goodgrasshopper]

Good to hear. I thought I'd check, just in case, though. What if you had spent the entire thing as... I don't know. A freaked out four year old? That would probably have sucked.

Private

[allusionsahoy]

Yeah, I think that definitely would have sucked. Have people turned into kids before?

Private

[goodgrasshopper]

Yeah. It happened to the inmates once, before I got here, and to the wardens a few weeks ago. That was... special.