[He's about to respond that it isn't a good time--the Technicians keep taking people from him, he doesn't know when or even if he'll see any of them again, he's not in a good place... and then through the anguish, it clicks. There were only so many people in the Box that would express a need to see him this clearly, and only one who could hint at such a link. It takes him a few moments more to type out a message, even as simple as this one. His hands are shaking.]
left the cabin when looked like you werent there for a long itme
something went wrong. its cold here. it wasnt cold here before
[Never the less, the rest that she has to say she doesn't want to commit to a text record. She tries to put that all aside. Glacius is responding to her from this place and everything around her appears and feels very much like she remembers of it, only fresh and horrifyingly real...]
in the parking lot by what the big box store used to be. meet you on the road. walking, no cars here.
[He considers telling her how long it's been, but decides that--and other topics--are best left for when they are conversing in-person. The way Jo is typing to him seems off, somehow... like what she remembers of this place is clashing with what she remembers of somewhere else. It must have something to do with how long she was gone. If the Technicians hurt her somehow... and there's the troubling instance of him not being able to immediately feel her revive via the Mote. She said it had been days. Guilt courses through him. He will keep her waiting no longer.]
I am on my way. I will have my communications device on me; I will be with you every step of the way.
[One more, though she's been walking for a while before she answers the unfamiliar buzz from her jacket pocket. It's so strange to have access to these mundane pieces of communication. The network might be Technician monitored, but it's instant gratification the likes of which she had not experience since she had... since whatever had happened.]
same. rest is for talking. it's a lot. things are bad.
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voicemail; june 29th
Sorry for what you had to deal with from me recently. I wasn't in a good place, but I'll see if I can get to one. Thank you for... everything. Okay.
See you.
Text, unknown number; December 3rd
don't know where i am or when i am but
i hope youre still here.
Text
Jolene?
Re: Text
youre real and this is all real after all.
i think someting went wrong and youre not where i thought you would be
i need to see you.
where can i meet you.
Text
... Northtown. Shepard's. But I can meet you somewhere closer to your location.
I need to see you too.
Re: Text
something went wrong. its cold here. it wasnt cold here before
[Never the less, the rest that she has to say she doesn't want to commit to a text record. She tries to put that all aside. Glacius is responding to her from this place and everything around her appears and feels very much like she remembers of it, only fresh and horrifyingly real...]
in the parking lot by what the big box store used to be. meet you on the road. walking, no cars here.
[None useable, anyways.]
Text
I am on my way. I will have my communications device on me; I will be with you every step of the way.
Re: Text
same. rest is for talking. it's a lot. things are bad.
[The rest is true; she doesn't text him again, is waiting in fact for a time when she can meet him face to face.]