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@yellowjackie (backdated 4/28)

[katharma]

[ sent in between what she sends to natalie: ]

Travis ru awake??? Is Nat with you??? I’m trying to reach her



Travis this is really important Shauna won’t wake up



Is Natalie there???? Is she asleep????? Can u wake her up please



This is really important Travis I need you. I need u both

[ after her last message when she goes to check on them and finds them in the same state as shauna: ]

I guess you’re all asleep IDK what this is but I can’t wake you up. Any of you

I’m gonna ask people I guess???? Idk if this is normal or not but it’s scary. U can’t even read this IDK why I’m still trying

Text me if when u wake up???? Please???

text 🩸 @SPIKE

[chipped]

Did you eat the last bag of my spicy cheese puffs

[psilocybe]

uhhh

Yup I definitely did

[chipped]

That's precious contraband, kid. Can't get those from the kitchens just any day

[psilocybe]

not trying to pull the "I was stuck in the woods with nothing for two years" but

I was stuck in the woods with nothing I think you'll live
so

thanks

[chipped]

Right. Sorry. Forgot that bit

[psilocybe]

I'll replace them ok

I didn't think vampires ate food until I met you

[chipped]

Don't need to, obviously. And it doesn't taste like much most of the time. Hence the spice

[psilocybe]

so wait

you DON'T need food but you eat it anyway even though it doesn't even taste good to you? What's the point?

[chipped]

Texture's fun. And I can taste it when it's extra hot.

You ever try blood in Weetabix?

[psilocybe]

why would I ever do that??

[chipped]

Texture thing, like I said. Makes the blood more interesting.

[psilocybe]

I'm not the one trying to make blood more interesting

I don't want anything to do with it. All yours dude

text, un: dom

[wicka]

[ While people keep being weird, Dom looks up Travis' username. Cue a few seconds of you can make friends you can make friends you can make friends— ]

Hey

[psilocybe]

[if travis weren't also a teen boy he'd question the simplicity of this message]

hey what's up

[wicka]

Not much
U?

[psilocybe]

hanging out in the crypt.

Do you know those people on the network?

[wicka]

In the crypt?
Which ones there's a bunch

[psilocybe]

long story.

Like the only post thats blowing up right now. The wedding?

[wicka]

Oh
IDK them so I just ignored it...

[ oh dom. ]

Why is it blowing up?

[psilocybe]

I guess Alina was married to someone but now she's married to someone else? I haven't met her yet

but I know Spike
the whole thing is really weird

[wicka]

What? At the same time?

[psilocybe]

dude it doesn't make ANY sense but me and Nat have the crypt to ourselves if you want to hang out

we have video games and snacks

[wicka]

[ yooo he came here to ask if he wanted to hang out, great success ]

That would be cool
How did u manage to get games and stuff down there?
Want me to bring anything

[psilocybe]

they were here already Spike likes playing Mario Kart
more snacks? Whatever you want we have a good selection down here

[wicka]

Dude I haven't played that in forever
OK I'll go check out that bodega place real quick
See u

[psilocybe]

cool

[he makes a sorry attempt at cleaning stuff up. read: picks up empty chip bags and throws them away. kind of fixes the bed to make it look - well, made. has a few minutes where he thinks about how he hasn't hung out with anyone in a normal setting and stands in the middle of the crypt, wondering if he should have offered to hang out somewhere else.

but then his phone goes off for another notification of the wedding and he doesn't want to leave at all. he keeps the video game on, makes sure the controllers are set up properly, and greets dom when he walks in. not like there's a proper way to knock on a crypt, is there?]

Hey. Do you want a beer?

[wicka]

Yeah, sure.

[ He's taking one strap off his shoulder, then the other, bringing his backpack forward to start opening it up and grab the spoils of snacks he brought over. The smell's gonna take some getting used to, but hey — the werewolf's had to put up with worse. Keeping quiet about what humans don't find bothersome enough to pick up is just something he learned a long time ago.

(He really doesn't want to imagine going through February's mini-apocalypse with his senses intact, though, thanks.) ]

So... why'd you pick this place?

[psilocybe]

Oh, that.

[not a funny story but definitely a long one– he doesn't know where to start so he stalls, grabs a couple beers from the mini fridge and pops them open. god, when was the last time he hung out one on one with another guy? he's doing his best not to seem or feel awkward. it's awkward enough to ask someone you barely know to come meet at a crypt instead of the arcade, which would've made more sense. lucky for travis and unlucky for dom, his expression remains somewhat stony, any feelings of uncertainty hiding in his eyes instead.]

Uh, so you know the girls I got here with? Or if you don't, the Yellowjackets soccer team?

[sip beer. stall more. steer dom in the direction of video games.]

There's ...some stuff going on with them. [not a great first impression to say that he's hiding from a girl with murderous intent.] So me and Nat are staying here with Spike while things cool off. Make sense?

[wicka]

[ He's talking to the guy who exiled himself in his own room for a week because everyone suddenly wanted to break his or each other's faces as soon as he was in the vicinity, so — who is he to question that decision after a vague enough explanation? Hell, maybe he should've picked something like a crypt to hide out in, too. Less risk of staff wandering in or people finding their suddenly missing friend. ]

… Yeah. Makes sense.

[ An equally vague nod, Travis' steering might as well be a point-and-tell-him-where-to-go. Dom's a good(-ish) guest and Travis isn't exactly being a bad host, considering the whole — everything. But they're also a few years away from caring about the standards of that dynamic. #Friendship is the goal. (no pun intended) (unless) ]

So, like … you and Nat are together, right?

un tbd I'm just impatient

[wicka]

Hey
Are u still at that place
Saltburnt

same

[psilocybe]

hey! Yeah I am
are you gonna be around?

[wicka]

Yea

[ ... ]

Got kicked from school
For real this time
Mom is sending me to that place to "get better"
I think I arrive tomorrow or something

What is it like?

[psilocybe]

[uh]

your mom is sending you here to get better?
you'll definitely be getting something out here. It's super nice but

is someone picking you up?

[wicka]

I guess? It's not like I'm being allowed to ask questions
They think I'm gonna try to ditch them if I know too much
It's probably gonna just be some guy in a uniform who's gonna fuck up my name or call me Mr. Choi like I'm 40

[psilocybe]

jeez that's fucked up...I'm gonna have a car sent for you

then I'll meet you at the house and show you the ropes. Ok?

[wicka]

U can just do that?

[ Like, Travis specifically. They must be generous with their guests, yo. ]

I mean if u don't mind that'd be dope
It's been forever dude what have u been up to

[psilocybe]

it's my dad's valet but I use it all the time

[so casual]

I know! Man I have so much to catch you up on it's gonna be so good to see you
I have a girlfriend
wait but don't tell anyone that yet I'll tell you about it later.

You still scared of dogs??

[wicka]

Oh that makes sense

[ That kind of 'oh he rich rich' toootally makes more sense. ]

Really? That's cool
Secret's safe with me
I wanna know if she's hot though

Why?
Fuck me dude tell me they don't have a bunch of fucking dogs over there

[psilocybe]

dude she's so hot

lol no but sometimes people bring their pets. We seriously have to work on that
count it as what's helping you get better. Whatever that means

cw broken teeth

[wicka]

No man I'm good I'll just say I'm allergic and tell them to get their pets the fuck away from me

It means stop getting so high I smash someone's front teeth and make my moms pay for the whole thing again
That's my guess

[psilocybe]

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