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Alex is probably busy getting chewed on by monsters or something.

Leave him a message after the beep and hopefully he can get back to you.

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Today is made of buttholes.

Come have a drink with me so I don't feel like an alcoholic?

[The message is going to Alex, Murphy and Anne. Heather -- who sounds tired and agitated -- hasn't actually thought to make this especially clear, but she hasn't put any sort of filter or encryption on it either so they'll see that should they care to check. It's also deliberately sent in the middle of the night in the hopes that they'll be asleep and not answer right away (because the SH crew are such sound sleepers, gj Heather).]

I. Um. I have to tell you something. It's about Silent Hill. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I just didn't know how. But now I know you guys and what you went through there and it's kinda worse now. So I guess I just oughta spit it out.

I think I told you I went there on purpose. To get revenge, because the Order killed my father. But I didn't tell you why. It's kind of a long story, but the important bit is that they wanted revenge on him for taking me away from them. Because it's where I'm from. I was born and raised there, a long time ago. I was called Alessa then, and I was... different. There was something wrong with me, I could do things. Not good things. Make people see things, hurt them. So my – her mother used her to to summon their god. As a sacrifice to bring it, a burnt offering. And to carry it. It worked. My father killed it, and before the girl died she handed him a baby. Me.

But the god was in me too. I didn't know, until I was seventeen. That's when they killed him. I was so angry, so hurt, and it made it strong. After I went there, every time I got angry it would change to that -- that nightmare world.

I stopped it. I killed it, and I think it's gone now. For good. But I had to tell you. I thought you had the right to know that I'm not just -- I haven't just been there. I'm part of it.

So if I never hear from you again, I get it. If you need to yell at me, whatever, I get that too. If you wanna throw me out the airlock -- well, I'd really appreciate it if you didn't.

That's it. Thanks for... for listening.

Heard anything?

Where are you

[SUP ALEX, SUP.]

How're you holdin' up, kid? [Or you could have just said "Hello."]

Hey, Shepherd. How's the brain?

Come to the Deck 004 Kitchens.
ASAP.

[Some details on the exact location are left here in the message as well.]

P.S. 5pm works, too.

P.P.S. Bring a friend or something if you'd like.

Honestly, I have absolutely no desire to wear clothes around you.

[Alex can hardly remember how he got to Heather's door, and for a moment before he almost knocks he can't remember for the life of him why he's here, and it scares him--things blur for him. But then it snaps back to him and it's literally a sharp breath in as he clutches his old journal in his hand--

His journal?

... Again. This again.

His frown deepens and he feels the anger build up, entering the heels of his feet, rising up until he turns and throws the book hard into the wall; some of the papers flutter and slide out. He's spent so much time earlier being sad, being hurt, he hasn't allowed the bitterness or anger a place to rest.

...

Right, Heather's inside waiting for him.

She's probably well aware he's there now. Good job, Alex.]

Edited 2013-02-05 10:13 (UTC)

Guessin' you're still in Medbay.

Alex, hey! Hahaha!

[LB sounds cheery enough, even if she's a bit on the nervous side; it wasn't often that she made personal calls like this. But she had something to give him, that she had been holding onto for a little while now. That, and she just kind of missed hanging out with him.]

Hey, uh... are you busy right now?

[She was actually pretty sure that he wasn't busy, but formalities.]

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HEY ALEX YOU WANTED TO BE PART OF THE STAFF RIGHT; 9:27 AM first night of power-out

[voice] BOTHER BOTHER BOTHER

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[text] (forward-date to Sinterklaas)

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