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003. (v2) [video]

[At first, there is no sound; there is only the image of Xanth's forearm. Lines of letters curl around his fingers, twist around his hand, and spiral onto his arm. The ink, jet black, is stark against his pale skin.]

Th-this-- it means I-I've been-- t-too quiet, right? I-It... it wants me to-- t-to say... s-something.

[It's been a while since he's checked in, made sure people knew he hadn't vanished, but there is nothing to say.

The feed remains set on Xanth's arm.]

I'm... o-okay. I'm s--still here.

A-Are... are you guys... o-okay, too?

[He heard that crack some days ago. No one has called for help on the journals, so no one was hurt in the expedition that came after, and no one had been hurt during the initial bang.

Or so he hopes.]

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[Dadbot would comment--! If... he knew what happened in the woods :(]

[Xanth hopes you're okay, Dadbot :(]

I'm okay.

[She hasn't spoken to Xanth since they both returned to the barracks. It isn't that she'd meant to avoid him. She's just... Been preoccupied.

Xanth, on the other hand, doesn't sound okay.]

I have some oranges...

[The offer is there before she's finished, but she'd hoped making smoothies could be something fun. Xanth doesn't sound like he's really up for fun.]

Do you want some?

It wants you to say something?!? Don't listen to it! That is really not good. Really, really not good.

Look I've seen this before, and I can get rid of it. Have you touched Edger Allen Poe's book or quill? I need to find it now before [She trails off ominously.]

Well, I just need to find it. Then you'll be OK.

[She thinks.]

[She's okay and she's talking to him. That's good.

Xanth almost turns her away, if only because he's not exactly presentable, but... he really would like the company. And she's offering oranges - he can't say no.]

S--Sure.

You... y-you know-- m-my room, right?

[... well this does give him pause.]

Um. N-No, I... I-I haven't? The-- th-the only quill I've t-touched recently is-- the-- th-the one that... c-came with my j--journal.

[The last book he touched, aside from his journal, was Common Fauna of the Tropical Rainforest.

The Keep is lacking fascinating reading material, unfortunately.]

[Huh, well that's not right.]

Maybe it got switched when you weren't looking. Do you have any enemies?

I can fix this, I just need your pen. And don't write anything violent or painful!

I-- wh-- w-why would I write-- um.

[All this confusion is actually nice for a change. It gives him a little something to focus on.]

I-I think-- I think you've-- g-got it wrong, um-- this d-didn't just happen to-- to me, it, the, the ink thing-- i-it happens i-if you don't-- m-make entries in your j-journal thing.

I mean. I. I-I think.

[He's seen other journal posts about it. Not for a while, but in passing, in the past. Unless he was misremembering...]

Woh woh woh, let me get this straight. If you don't write in this thing. Creepy words sprawl out all over you. And you're not worried by this?

[OK something is wrong with people here, cause she'd be worried if ink started crawling on her.]

If I'm wrong no big whop, if you're wrong [She trails off.]

Did you touch any other books? Besides your journal?

[It's just now that it dawns on him that no, he's not worried by this; he's just so jaded by the supernatural.

But perhaps this woman is right.

The video comes on and sweeps over Xanth's Pile O' Books. Some titles are visible and some are not; those that are visible are only research books.]

U-Um. Yeah. Just... th-these from the-- the library...

Sure.

[Even if she can't remember the number, she remembers the way.

And a few moments later, she's outside the door with half a dozen oranges - more than they could eat - and trying to knocking gently with her elbow.]

[Claudia face palms.]

I'm gonna need all of those.

And the quill.

[She pauses a moment]

Are you. Feeling OK?

Xanth.

[A soft sigh. Relief.]

I--I'm glad you're okay.

Xanth.

[There's relief and warmth in her voice, along with the smallest bit of vulnerability she is trying very hard to hide. They hadn't talked at all after she re-gained her memories, after all.]

I am glad you're okay.

[Those markings worry her, however, she she leans closer to inspect the journal.]

They do not hurt? The markings on your skin?

[She wasn't going to mention her sleepless nights or internal conflict with her friends. She hadn't harmed Xanth, at least. For that, she would count herself fortunate. Alex's words have been haunting her. She needed to tell them. Everyone one of them. She never wished to be a danger ever again. But how to go about it? And when would she find the time?]

Edited 2011-10-05 05:38 (UTC)

Um, o-okay...

[There are some sounds of shuffling and ruffling. He's cleaning up his room a little bit - by, oh no! Touching the books!]

I'm-- f-fine. M-My room's-- um-- o-one-- z-zero zero o-one.

[First floor, first door. Quite simple to remember, actually.]

You'll be fine in no time! I'm on my way.

[Any other time she make a joke about his number being in binary, but she thinks he's about to keel over. Maybe another time.]

[And Xanth just keeps cleaning up. He's eighty percent sure that he is not going to die - and don't other people have quills like this, too? It never needs refilling, which is weird, but it came with his journal and he hasn't used it in ages.

These are all things he intends to explain to...

To...

It's now he realizes that he never got her name.

Oh, dear.

But, room in a little better of a state, Xanth waits for the knock on his door.]

[Xanth doesn't bother to clean up for Kairi's visit. She's seen his rooms in varying states of disrepair before, and she probably won't mind.

Besides, he doesn't feel like cleaning.

At her weak knocking, he opens the door with a smile. Xanth, like his room, is not in the best state. His hair hasn't been washed in a week, and it's about down to his shoulders now; his clothes, while clean enough, are rumpled; he's got dark circles under his eyes; and he looks a little thinner than before, his cheekbones and knuckles more pronounced.

And there is the matter of the ink on his arm that he still hasn't washed away.]

H-Hey--

[And without another word, he moves to take some of the oranges from Kairi's arms.]

[Xanth looks... Well he looks gross and a bit unwell. But Kairi doesn't have long to scrutinize him because he's already taking some of the oranges from her. She catches sight of the ink on his arm.]

Don't worry about it.

[She tries to salvage the oranges.]

Aren't you going to wash that off?

[Xanth's only taken two oranges from her at this point, but he stops. Instead, he just steps back and holds the door for her to come in.

One would hope that Kairi likes book piles, clothes piles, and blanket nests, because those are what's scattered around Xanth's room.]

Y-Yeah but, um-- I-I didn't have t-time, before you... c-came over.

[You are like right down the hall, man.]

S--Same to you.

[A beat.]

...y-you are, though, r--right?

[Kairi doesn't mind mess. Sora is messier. His things don't make it to piles. But she's not sure where she can sit or set the oranges, so she's left standing, looking back at Xanth.]

Well, come on. You can wash it off now.

[There is a faint playful lilt to her voice, as though the words 'lazy' and 'bum' are only just lurking unsaid. It's not a false tone either, but it's checked by real worry.

He's sounded so apathetic before, like he didn't even care if the journal was inking his arm or not.]

[A pause, which Chloe is quick to fill.]

Y-Yes. Fine. I'm okay.

[More or less. Okay, maybe a little less fine than she wanted right now, but she didn't need Xanth to worry.]

So...what is that on your arms? Is it gone now?

[That stutter is telling. She's not fine, but he doesn't press. Not right now, at least.]

I-It's-- ink, l-letters, w-words and-- s-stuff. And... y-yeah. I-It washed off af... after I m-made the-- the e-entry.

Words? Could you read any of them?

[That captured Chloe's attention. She wonders if the writing was Xanthus, or something else entirely.]

At least they came off.

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