IC contact

[thirtybits]

"This is Judah's voicemail, no need to leave your number, I'll reply as soon as I can."



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voice, backdated to the 7th

[idkmybffjesus]

It was Megatron that did it.

[thirtybits]

...Who is that.

[He sounds much more...stern than usual.]

[idkmybffjesus]

[ There's none of the levity usually here, not even any of the scorn Judas usually gets. Just matter-of-factness. ]

He's — one of the Cybertronians. There's something dangerous in his blood, so he — yeah. It was him.

You want to help?

March 15th, text

[depicted]

Come over.

[thirtybits]

Right now?

[depicted]

No, next Tuesday.

a moment later

[depicted]

If you're available, yes, now. Please.

15th March

[depicted]

[not long at all after this]

A Judas kiss on the Ides of March. Nice joke. Dante would be writhing.

Please don't ruin my shirt next time. And work on the angle of your kiss. If you kissed the Saviour thus, the Crucifixion mustn't have even felt like torture.

[thirtybits]

im sorryim so sorry
yuo hate me i hate me
im thewortst

[depicted]

Of course I don't hate you. I just wished you'd strangled me or something.

But given the history, I can forgive it. As long as you restore my shirt.

22nd March; text; early in the day

[depicted]

We're leaving in ten minutes. You're not coming back to do any work today, so get anything you want done now.

[thirtybits]

That time already? Alright, I'm nearly finished anyway, ten minutes should be perfect.

action

[depicted]

[Too bad, because he only gets eight before Dorian is knocking at his door. Dorian has a make-shift basket on one arm (assembled from scraps with more dexterity than one might expect of an upperclass asshole) and is dressed for the 1960s, in an Italian suit and Chelsea boots.]

Come on, Judah! Life may be long, but the day isn't!

March 30th not even action

[depicted]

[Wow! Look! A neat pile of papers has been left on Judas's bed. When did that happen? That handwriting is surely familiar by now, so perhaps it isn't much of a mystery who is the giver when the front page (giving the title of the book and its author) says, "It seems only fair."

The Picture of Dorian Gray transcribed is mostly faithful to the 1891 edition, with some missing lines from the 1890 edition and pre-publication versions slipped in.

And, you know. Ever reference to the 'Jew' has been replaced with simply 'manager.' Dorian doesn't need to get into that conversation today. Or possibly ever.]

March 31st, actual action

[thirtybits]

[After spending the rest of the previous day since finding the book reading it, Judas knocks on Dorian's door at about noon. He would have gone to see him right away after finishing it, but that was around 4am. He's not sure of Dorian's sleep schedule, but it doesn't tend to be a good idea to call on people so early in the morning. Or late at night, depending.

He likely wouldn't have taken much longer to read it either way, but reading of Dorian's life, coming to understand him a little better, and being shocked at times, certainly meant Judas read it in one sitting. He feels sorry for Dorian. So many of the things that were said of him and done to him in that book were awful, regardless of Dorian's own conduct. And, even if it is a book in public circulation, something so many have read and could at any time, he appreciates Dorian's willingness to show him these things. For letting him in.]

[depicted]

[Due to Dorian's somewhat jumbled sleep schedule (read: he sleeps at random hours), this means that Judas is greeted by Dorian only half-dressed (by Victorian standards: his waistcoat is unbuttoned and his cravat hangs untied around his neck) with tousled hair.]

Oh, Judah. Good to see you. What is it?

[When Dorian does manage to sleep, he tends to forget what was going on before he slept until someone reminds him.]

june 20th i'm sorry this has exactly one purpose

[depicted]

;-*

[thirtybits]

OH COME ON

[depicted]

The overture was genuine. Given your renewed discomfort with physical contact, I thought we could ease you back into things by sexting.

text; several hours after his sulky hissy fit

[depicted]

It was a good joke.

rude

[thirtybits]

Not really, I shouldn't have said it.

July 16th

[depicted]

Have you gotten rid of it yet?

[thirtybits]

No, I need to work up the courage to go down to the clinic. You?

voice; backdated to early sept.

[intellectualstrategist]

( ooc; around the time of this. )

Hey, Saya, of the TSO, here. Sherlock said you were interested in helping out with the food, so he passed your number along. I'm sure we're going to be making food for a lot of people, so another set of hands is definitely welcome. If you're still on board let me know and I'll introduce you to the other part of the team.

voice; backdated to early sept.

[thirtybits]

Oh, hi, yeah I'm up for helping with anything you need. Just set me to work.