Hadriel IC Contact.

[einselective]

[If you think a time-traveller wants to deal with voicemail you would be very much mistaken; her mailbox is intentionally full at all times with dummy messages. But you can reach her directly if she's answering the phone at that point in time...]

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[lifetothefullest]

[[ooc: Continuing from here to avoid too much threadjacking spam!]]


[Okay, he was... Not expecting any of that, and it takes him a little by surprise; he's also immediately defensive, both because he doesn't appreciate the aggressiveness and because the last comment feels very pointed even though logically he's aware that there's no way she could know.

Still, it makes his stomach jolt with nerves and his eyes darken in a flash of anger, and there's a distinct edge in his own tone when he responds.]

No one here is worth less, either, and it isn't your place to decides who should live or die. So cut it out with the self-righteousness; you don't get to tell people their lives are less important than someone else's, especially when that someone else is hypothetical.

[action...ish]

[tongueamok]

[A few days after the illusionary world dissipates around them, there are two jugs of tea left on Marian's doorstep, along with a note:]

[Action, sometime in the afternoon on the 2nd]

[lifetothefullest]

[Stupid full mailbox.

Honestly, he should've expected it. Being difficult to reach would suit Marian, although now that Lance knows where the lab is--and that she's probably there--he'll just go talk to her in person.

So he shows up in the afternoon, when he's managed to convince himself to get up and leave the house, and he might look somewhat like a zombie at the moment. That's actually why he's there to talk to her, although he remembers she seems a little jumpy and so tries not to startle her when he steps into the lab.]

Marian?

[ Voice ]

[doctoral_bird]

[ She had certainly not been answering her phone the few times Malkus had tried to contact her, but he attributed that to his misunderstanding of the device. Maybe he wasn't using it right? He thought he'd broken it a few times, but here and there he figured he'd try and send a call out. ]

What an odd noise it makes. I've opened windows. Doors. Whatever this network is should surely be able to flow unimpeded.

[ If she did answer, she'd find he was already talking to himself like an idiot. ]