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 "You've reached Father Oscar. Please leave a message, and I'll get back to you in a moment."

 

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Voice - pairing day

[falkeditupagain]

[Did Hanna make sure he shot a message over the day of pairings because he'd been watching and waiting to see who David got? Definitely. Guy could really be misunderstood even after the well detailed instruction Saga had left behind.]

Hey dude, hope this message finds you well enough. Heard you got my buddy Terminator with the roll of the Admiral's dice.

I know Saga left some shit on his ledger, but if you need anything, let me know. We're tight so I don't mind helping out.

I'm Hanna by the way, Hanna Cross. Don't believe we've met yet.

Re: Voice - pairing day

[unilaterallydisarming]

[Oh, that's a surprise. He's not familiar with this one, but then- that was a lot of people here on the Barge. But the things he was saying...dude? Terminator? That was a lot of words he didn't really know.]

Um, yes, this is Oscar? I assume...you're speaking of David?

It's a pleasure, Mr Cross.

Re: Voice - pairing day

[falkeditupagain]

You dont have to be so formal, man. Hanna is good enough.

[Usually only clients called him Mr. Cross anyways.]

And yeah, I mean David. You two talked yet?

after the greenhouse

[greatoldjohn]

[ after this ]

Oscar: just letting you know to be a bit wary of your friend Vash. He's... volatile, at least at the moment. And I'd rather you didn't get hurt just because you're trying to help him.

Re: after the greenhouse

[unilaterallydisarming]

What?

[He's startled at the call, but what John tells him is concerning.]

John? What happened? Are you all right?

Re: after the greenhouse

[greatoldjohn]

I'm fine.

[ Not the tenuous 'I'm not really fine' or the gruff 'I'm not fine and I don't want to talk about it'. This is just a very basic 'I could handle it' that should, hopefully, settle him. ]

He asked me to ask some of the vegetables in the greenhouse some questions. I agreed, since I didn't mind, and then he started getting very... intensely concerned about it. I pointed out that he could work with the greenhouse folks and see what they thought but that constantly checking after we had an answer might seem... rude and he got upset. There was more discussion and I got very confused and then he just hauled off and punched me... then got mad that punching me didn't do anything and stomped off.

I let him go, and I'm sure you're going to check on him but... please be careful.

after the sebassacre

[greatoldjohn]

[ Oscar will wake up in the infirmary, but he'll have someone sitting there next to him. ]

Re: after the sebassacre

[unilaterallydisarming]

[Oscar felt horrible. It felt like he was going through a hangover and an injury all at once.

But feeling the presence, he coughed, and pushed his hair out of his eyes.]

Who's there...?

Re: after the sebassacre

[greatoldjohn]

It's just me.

[ A familiar hand reaches out for Oscars. And really, no mistaking that voice. ]

sebassacre post toll | mid-to-late- august

[greatoldjohn]

Oscar probably could have gone back home a couple of days ago. He's up, he's fine, he's functioning normally other than some lingering throat soreness and a few body aches.

...but at the same time, if he had, he probably wouldn't be getting kissed into the couch, his collar popped open so John can press more kisses along the column of his throat.

[unilaterallydisarming]

Oscar had stayed for John. He had stayed, despite having his voice no longer a whisper, his body only aching a little, John still needed someone. It was an excuse to hold him, kiss his hair, read together, let John feel anchored with a steady heartbeat.

Not that he was feeling very steady just then. He had sunk easily into the couch, tilting his head back and fumbling with his shirt.

And nearly cursed, settling for yanking his shirt out of his pants. His hand felt shaky, but it wasn't from recovery. Just nerves from the heat he felt from kissing a god.

[greatoldjohn]

That near-curse gets a low chuckle from him, deep enough to vibrate a little across his skin that he follows up with a few soft kisses.

"Hmmm."

John's hand will settle over one of Oscar's, fingers petting over the back of his hand before he moves to touch the revealed skin.

"May I help?"

Audio

[cameclosest]

[Varker has finally made his way back to his office following the ooze, though its a bit cleared out since he is very obviously moving.

He sends a quick message to Oscar, around when he thinks he might be finishing up his rounds at the pool and sits at his desk, frames unmoved, with the barbed wire wrapped bow of rebar setting in front of him.

Most of Lullabees things are out of the room, along with her, though he has left a bed or two, in case he works in here and decides to bring her with him.]

Oscar, if you're...free, I'd like to speak with you. In my office, if that's alright.

Re: Audio

[unilaterallydisarming]

Oh...yes. I was going to venture down to my rooms.

Are the floors all clear of that...um. Mess?

[He's thankful that Saga warned him about it. He's sure John or someone has cleaned it by now, but he wants to be sure.]

Re: Audio

[cameclosest]

Yes, and it seems who ever did it cleaned my carpet too...I was thinking it might leave a disgusting stain.

[He was informed by Saga when it was finished, so that helps.]

a few days after faeween, before the wedding

[greatoldjohn]

...Oscar will wake up to a warm body in the bed with him and soft lips kissing and nuzzling against his jaw, breasts pressing soft against his upper arm as a hand drifts to play in the soft hair on his chest.

Re: a few days after faeween, before the wedding

[unilaterallydisarming]

...well this was not a way he expected to wake up. His eyes fluttered open, peeking to see who it was, before they fluttered closed. Of course his cabin door was still locked. And it was John, lovely as ever.

He moved to catch her lips in a kiss, his arm moving to wrap around her.

Re: a few days after faeween, before the wedding

[greatoldjohn]

His cabin door was locked, but she's on the filter. And while usually she would wait, she'd just wanted to be with him and thus she'd found herself in the bed. She should have also let him wake up naturally, but there he was, features soft, and feelings had swelled up behind her non-existent ribs and she'd had to kiss him.

When he pulls her in, wraps around her, she leans in happily.

"I want to see your eyes in the morning sunlight one morning."

backdated to ~shortly~ after Vincent and Oscar were paired

[takestime]

Kahl steps lightly; John is already unhappy with him. But he does find an evening when Oscar is returning to his cabin alone. Kahl cannot make himself invisible any longer, but he takes the shape of a tiny tawny grasshopper mouse, and scurries through the open door just behind Oscar's heels. He darts under the nearest piece of low furniture, and settles in, small and silent, to wait until Oscar goes to sleep.

Kahl waits, and walks, slipping into the realm of dreams. He doesn't do anything to Oscar at all, except join him, a small watching creature, looking to see what dreams he has all on his own.

Re: backdated to ~shortly~ after Vincent and Oscar were paired

[unilaterallydisarming]

The dreams he possesses at first are formless and dark, nothing out of the ordinary. Dreams forming like clouds.

But after some time, the nightmares gather. It is at this point a scar on his psyche- and one that always brings fresh terror. To those who who are not familiar with dreams, it appears to be bits and pieces.

Whispers- bricked up walls- someone he dearly loves terrified and hurt- a bloody hammer- arms grabbing him- the buzz of insects- he needs to find his brother- the axe, he needed the axe to-

In the real world, his body was tossing and turning, the terror obvious and the sounds he made were terrified moans, growing louder and louder. He would start screaming soon, from the way his chest was starting to heave.

Re: backdated to ~shortly~ after Vincent and Oscar were paired

[takestime]

That's interesting. It catches his attention like a flicker of motion enticing a cat. He follows it, and just - nudges.

There's the axe. Just the one he was looking for, right within reach. The panic of the nightmare wants to place it forever out of reach, but Kahl holds it there. He wants to see what Oscar needs it for.

during his stay in the infirmary

[monsterstoyou]

A little doctor shaped birdie told me you'd be indisposed for the next few days. I just thought I'd let you know that all is well with me.

Re: during his stay in the infirmary

[unilaterallydisarming]

WIAHR

Sorry. Thank you. Let me know if you need help with anything.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Morning.

Looks like the Admiral decided to drag me back instead of bringing someone shitty from Father Vincent's world. Lucky you.

Anyway, I'm fine. I know how this place works. You need anything?

[unilaterallydisarming]

That is rather exciting.

[He blows out a breath.]

Would you like to come over for a cup of coffee?