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Johnny!

Whatcha think the legal ramifications of music rights contracts are after one party dies and then after that both parties find themselves on an alien planet?

Wanna make sure we have an agreement about what to do with the old tunes here.

Got your number from the directory.
Guess you weren't a hallucination after all.

6 hours ago
You at home?

[ Maybe it's the storm causing interference with communication. Maybe Johnny's busy. Maybe he's hurt. Maybe he's illustrating his ability to not reply or pick up when V calls.

Whatever the reason, V's not feeling like fucking around right now, and the idea of any of his people out in this storm alone drives a slow-moving chain of messages over the course of his own entanglement with the extreme weather. ]

4 hours ago
Johnny? Where the fuck are ya?

3 hours ago
Just found Ker in the storm. Wasn't exactly himself so please fuckin drop me a message when you get this so I know you're not fucked too

2 hours ago
Ker's safe at the house. Where you are though's a fuckin mystery. If you get this before I find ya I'm out looking for your millennial ass if ya couldn't tell

1 hour ago
If I find your gonk ass flatlined somewhere I'm gonna zero ya myself

1 hour ago
Fuck you Johnny

1 hour ago
Fuck if you're dead somewhere dunno what I'm gonna do

1 hour ago
How the fuck am I supposed to fill this fucking hole inside me if you're gone?

1 hour ago
I'm done losing people I care about

1 hour ago
Not gonna let you die you fuckin asshole

1 hour ago
Not that I know where the fuck you are and if this is what it feels like after Mikoshi... don't feel right. At all

1 hour ago
Probably shoulda told you this before I thought you might be dead. Again

5 minutes ago
So... you can fly now?

["not here", no shit.]

no news on any places blowing up.
are you dying in a ditch somewhere?

[ Weeks have passed since they'd occupied the inside of a jail cell, and V hasn't stopped thinking about the fact that the gig was a failure. The way his frame of mind is right now, it'd be easy to get caught up beating himself over the head with that fact, but instead of giving in to it, he chooses pragmatism.

Whenever Johnny's next rattling around in their shared townhouse, he'll find a guitar propped up against a wall of his bedroom with a note attached. ]

looked preem and reminded me of you

[ V doesn't sign off the note, but if Johnny turns the guitar over, etched into the back in small letters are a familiarly shaped 'J.S.'. Enjoy your new axe, Johnny. ]

So about the other night...

[It took a bit of research and a lot of consideration before Dorian decided that broaching this subject with someone who was virtually a stranger to him was a good idea.

But this was a stranger who knew V better than Dorian did and at the moment the mage did not know what else to do.]

I realize we've never met so I apologize for the ambush, but I was wondering if you could clear something up for me [if Dorian needed anything now it was a bit of clarity] about V...

[Dorian pauses briefly realizing that there's more than one V, which adds to his predicament just a bit until he can find the right words.]...the one who's a bit out of sorts these days.

[Out of sorts is a nice way of putting it, out of his mind is more accurate.]

Hey Johnny, I got an idea in my head. Wanna mull it over with ya, see what ya think.

[ Slowing V down for more than a half hour at a time's usually more effort than it's worth. This evening, though? V's shattered. Turns out chasing after a bunch of kids at least a decade younger than him in most cases is enough to get him to slow the fuck down. Sleep is likely in his near future, but for now he's deposited himself on the ground in the backyard as light is bled out of dusk until its night.

The firepit flickers mesmerizingly and, for a moment, he's completely still, optics focused only on the yellow-orange tango the flames dance. As far as he knows, everybody who was affected by Malachite's bullshit is back to whatever passes as normal here. For now he's got five minutes to just... stop.

The benefit of being kept on his toes is it's left him little time to think about any of the things he learned. Seeing all these people he knows well regressed back to a younger version of themselves has been a real eye-opener well after the fact. And probably none more than Johnny, a man he's been giving space the last couple of days no matter how much the itching impatience of wanting to see him might have felt.

Sipping idly at the drink he brought outside with him, there's a tune that's been in his head this entire time. A tune that he stops quietly humming the chorus of the moment he realizes he's not alone. With the can of soda still pressed to his lips, he glances over his shoulder, brows raised quizzically. ]

Seen the--

[ Propping himself up in the frame of Johnny's doorway, V's question trails off into obscurity the moment he spots what exactly it is he's been looking for. Without really paying attention to where Johnny is, his optics fix on the small cat lying on his back right in the middle of the bed, legs askew in the air like some kind of cat yoga. For his troubles, V gets a barely cracked eye from the cat who regards him with disinterest.

'course the cat's with Johnny. ]

Nevermind.

[ Only now do his optics flick to Johnny, the small grin at his lips matched perfectly with the humor buried in his eyes. There's something he's leaving unsaid, but it's nothing but a clear comparison between the human-shaped cat and the actual cat. ]

See how it is.

This place gets a degree hotter and I'm gonna not so spontaneously combust

Thinking bout hitching a ride to one of the other islands until this all blows over

Open invitation if you wanna come with

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that gift~

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