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[alwayskayaking]

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You've reached Tim Stoker. I'm out at the moment. Leave me a message and I'll return your call soon.

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[notnotsasha]

It's Jon. To him? Because you've played pranks in the past, and because we're so close, that means that we're clearly in cahoots.

[Sasha sighs, leaning her head back against the sofa.] He was seemingly contrite when I saw him at the party. He was also drunk, but I'll take it. I don't hate him, but it's upsetting that he'd think that of me.

[alwayskayaking]

Still not fair. [He argues with a pout. Still annoyed on her behalf.]

Do you know? He told me that he once thought I was trying to plan his murder? After I nearly died trying to help him escape the worms!

[alwayskayaking]

Alright. And no matter what? I hope you consider me a friend. Contract or no, if you need help with anything? Your quota? This city in general? I'm here for you.

[detectivedwloki]

Thanks. I appreciate that.

Either way, I'll probably need your hep with that, yeah.

[Quota.]

[notnotsasha]

[She blinks at him, feeling a little dumbfounded.] He--seriously? What the hell, Tim?

[alwayskayaking]

I don't know! You'll have to ask him! Martin found Gertrude's body while me and Jon were being eaten alive by worms and somehow that means I was planning on killing him! [He throws his hands up in exasperation.]

[alwayskayaking]

[He hums eagerly into her mouth. A hum that is half a chuckle, enjoying the way she pulls at his hair. He decides to get his own hands involved by reaches forward to her. His hands pressing up against her breasts with a gentle, but firm squeeze.]

[alwayskayaking]

I will always be here for you. Save my number.

[With a nod, Tim will head out of the room to give David his privacy back.]

[old_man]

[Her tongue flicks across his upper lip, mouth curling into a smile as she hears that laugh. She enjoys it, the lazy affair, threading her fingers along his scalp. Yet it's a hitched gasp that rolls into a moan as he cups her breast. Blunted nails along his skull, she enjoys the way he forms up against her, altering the kisses between teasing and slow, to harder and rougher.]

[notnotsasha]

[She shakes her head, looking a might horrified that Martin was the one to find Gertrude. It shouldn't have been Martin; shouldn't have been any of them. And no one found you, Sasha...]

What did you end up doing?

[alwayskayaking]

[Very quickly he could feel his blood rushing below as the rest of his body grows hot. Especially as the kisses start to get rougher. Encouraged he surges forward to pin her between himself and the bed unless she tries to stop him.]

[alwayskayaking]

About Jon? Nothing. The last thing I remember from home was coming out of quarantine. I'd only been back to work for a couple weeks and I hadn't noticed anything was off yet. [He gives her a guilty sidelong glance. He hadn't even noticed that anything was off about her, let along Jon.]

[old_man]

[She hums against his mouth, body shimmying against his, lips teasing his. There's a small gasp, which turns into a chuckle, hips rising to grind up against him.]

Mm... Looks like you have met trapped.

[notnotsasha]

[She lets that go, for if that's the last thing Tim remembers (even if it wasn't really her) before coming here? There's no reason to go on about it.]

Jon doesn't do well with suspicion or paranoia, as we can see. And that's how I got a citation. I'll go tomorrow. I don't want to, but.

[alwayskayaking]

But it will only get worse if you don't. [He frowns. So worried about what they'll do to her.] I'll go with you? As far as they'll let me accompany you.

[alwayskayaking]

I could have you more trapped. [He quickly thinks about the belt he had on.] If that's something you're into. [It's not something he usually offers so quickly, but so many people were very open in this city that it has made him bold.]

[old_man]

Oh? [That curious light on her face, as it's clear that there is interest there. Grinding her hips up against him in a suggestive manner, she tips her head to the side.] By all means...

un: thearchivist; text

[compellingstatement]

[And along with Vanessa, it's Tim that Jon reaches out to.]

I don't hate you.
You do know that, right?
At least you running your mouth didn't get me dragged into an alley and beaten.

[alwayskayaking]

[This was unexpected. For several minutes Jon is left on read as Tim tries to decide the best course of action.]

To be fair, you didn't know that would give people an excuse to wail on someone. Most 'flame wars' back home don't involve literal flames and beatings.

And I get why you did it. You thought you were helping me. I don't have an excuse like that. I just ran my mouth.

I know you might not want to, but let me know if anyone gives you any grief about it, alright?

[compellingstatement]

You probably ate something that was laced with drugs.
It's part of why I tried not to eat or drink anything at the camp.

[Also, just... general paranoia.]

Mind, the dehydration and stint in the medical tent didn't really pan out like I'd hoped.
Curse this flesh prison and all that.

People give me grief about all sorts of things.
Let me know if you need money.
Sasha said you're being extorted.
Give a French aristocrat some leverage...

[alwayskayaking]

Maybe? I thought worse case the food would just make me horny and I had to eat.

[Jon won't see as it's by text message, but the cursing of the flesh prison makes Tim's smile.]

She wasn't suppose to tell you. Don't worry about the money, I got it covered. If I can't be someone you can trust I'm at least going to clean up my own mess. Just let me know if anyone brings it up so I know to go get my money back.

[compellingstatement]

All right.

[...]

It's really not a sex thing.
It could be, I guess.
I just use it to relax.
Not having to think, make decisions.
It's nice.
I found some human catnip I bought to try with Gerry.
Very relaxing.

Except for the chewing.
I think my fingers are starting to get bloody.

[...]

Don't tell Martin.
They'll be healed by the time I get home.

[alwayskayaking]

[This... this is a lot more information then Tim would expect from Jon. Is this a test???? Is this some sort of test?]

Why are you chewing on your fingers?

[compellingstatement]

It feels good?
The catnip made my teeth feel like they're buzzing.
And I'm hardly going to chew on one of my toys.
They're not made for that.

[alwayskayaking]

Jon, where are you? The archives?

[Immediately after he hits send Tim remembers that he no longer has a card to the archives. He can't reach Jon there to try and quietly help him if he is.] Maybe you should call Martin or Morrigan to help you. They make plastic chew toys. That would be safer than your fingers and they could bring you one.