the texting picture prompt meme.

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THE TEXTING PICTURE PROMPT MEME A picture says more than a thousand words... You're in the middle of something, maybe not something important (though, who can say, maybe it was), but you were in the middle of this maybe unimportant thing anyway and it interrupts you, when your phone beeps and a message ticks in. It's a picture. Someone took a picture and sent it your way. Does it make you happy? Curious? Do you want to know more? If yes, text them back! Inquire! Tell them what the picture makes you think about, how it makes you feel. And on that note, converse! How to play: 1. Top-level with your character. Include prefs and the like, if you wish. 2. Others now leave a comment with a picture their character has sent to yours. 3. Have your character respond with a text, then go tag around as you wish. 4. They text back, you text back, everyone texts like their lives depended on it. 5. Be entertained!

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[heliophilous]

[ it...kind of appeases him. a little. he's trying to be okay with it. ]

that worry you?

[ because 7.0's nothing to scoff at. that's big. ]

[evite]

i don't know

[ power's a heavy drug ]

it didn't hurt? and it felt good at the time
the worst of it was the puking afterwards
like when we rode the teacups and yoyo wouldn't stop spinning

[heliophilous]

[ what an apt metaphor. ]

i'm sorry i wasn't there to hold your hair back.

[ truth even if his stomach was twisting a bit with this newfound information. ]

what cover story did you use? earthquakes that big aren't necessarily common here.

[evite]

i think they're calling it a gas pipe explosion
i haven't seen any news crews yet so i think the local pd is doing their job for once

[ the pr spin is not her area of expertise or interest ]

are you busy?

[heliophilous]

no.
just repairing some of the cars.
you need something?

[evite]

somebody to hold my hair back?
and maybe a pile of cheese fries

[heliophilous]

sure.
where are you right now?
i can probably get there pretty quick.

[ he's glad she's asking for the help even if it's the least he can do for her. it's still something. ]

[evite]

[ hey google send marcos this location on maps ]

please don't forget the cheese fries
they're very important

[heliophilous]

have i ever forgotten food for you before?

[ the answer to that is no. ]

give me a little bit of time and i'll be there.
relax, okay?
i'll be there soon.

[evite]

[ listen. this is a very serious cheese fries ... craving. hunger. thing.

huh. there sure are some dots there to connect, aren't there? ]

okay
jemma's doing blood work now
she says if you are late i'll go into hypoglycemic shock and die

[ she did not say that ]

[heliophilous]

doesn't really sound like something she'd tell you. sorry to say i don't believe you, babe.

[ but, he's going to hurry anyway because the words 'blood work' don't necessarily leave him with a good feeling even if it's normal. it still worries him. ]

i'm in the car and on the way. please save dying for another day. i didn't mean to rhyme. just...relax.

[ he could take that advice too. ]

[evite]

💀💀💀
my ghost will have to eat the cheese fries then

[ she's melodramatic but also she can't really text when jemma has her arm held hostage for the purposes of blood draws and iv testing. ]

[heliophilous]

we're gonna stop talking about you dying now.

[ please and thank. ]

you don't have to keep texting me. you'll see me soon. just let your friend do what she needs to do.

[evite]

[ well okay fine!!! if he doesn't want her to text him then she won't!!

is it necessarily the most adult reaction in the world to fling her phone across the room? nah. does she get huffy and self-conscious when jemma chuckles, only to be somewhat placated by a small origami bow made out of medical tape for her bandage? maybe.

clearly something is off here. ]

[heliophilous]

[ clearly.

lucky for her, he gets there pretty quick. traffic was light and the line at the diner to get her cheese fries wasn't long so he'd made good time and came walking in maybe an hour or so later. and thanks to his abilities, the cheese fries were still warm.

he steps in, eyes flicking to the phone on the other side of the room and then to her. ]

Behaving, I see.

[ something was up. ]

[evite]

I'm always behaving.

[ literally the world's worst lie, but her eyes do light up to see he's brought her food as promised. good going, marcos, you've spoken her love language. gifts of snacks. ]

You are the world's best delivery driver. [ said as she tries to swallow down a first mouthful, eaten as greedily as a woman who hasn't seen food in days. it's been maybe twelve hours. ] What do I owe you?

[heliophilous]

[ he cocks an eyebrow as he watches her eat like a woman starved. ]

I don't tend to charge you when I bring you food. [ he was just going to keep standing there, arms crossed while he watches her shovel food into her mouth. ]

So, you owe me staying in bed until you're feeling better.

well i guess we're going for this trope now

[evite]

I feel fine. [ jemma tuts, but doesn't interrupt. ] I'm hungry, but I'm fine.

[ she pauses her starving child act long enough to gesture at her now neatly-wrapped bandage, and then sweeps it outwards towards the rest of the zephyr's makeshift laboratory set-up. there's plenty of monitors, some with daisy's own test results slowly populating, others with details of those apprehended recently or other tests. ]

There's nothing wrong with me.

[ here, jemma does interrupt. well, daisy, you — and then daisy stops processing, because she cannot comprehend the words coming out of her friend's mouth. enhanced levels of hcg, significant endorphin spikes, words and phrases that go well beyond her high-school dropout scientific education. words that have never been affiliated with her abilities or her inhuman dna. words that daisy has no frame of reference for... but as her gaze pans over to marcos, she realizes maybe he does. ]

Jemma, give it to me in English.

[ and then she does, and then daisy nearly faints. doesn't, because she's not in a cartoon, but she sure does stumble, having to grab onto the bed to catch herself at the last minute.

the ground begins to tremble, and daisy stares, wide-eyed, at the man who'd brought her a snack. somebody's going to have to say something. ]

tropes are like pokeman, gotta catch them all

[heliophilous]

[ marcos tenses when jemma actually makes to interrupt her 'i'm fine' schtick because that means she's not fine. there's something actually wrong. at first, he doesn't exactly understand what's being said, what the diagnosis is but when realization dawns, he feels breathless, like the wind's been knocked out of him forcefully.

oh god.

his brain kicks back on just as daisy seems to figure out what's going on. the ground starts to roll and he reaches out to grab something (sorry about using you as a brace, you expensive looking weird machine) before pushing off it and stepping carefully closer. ]

Hey. It's all right. Can you – can you focus on me? [ they really don't need any kind of quake in here. ] It's all right.

[ he has no idea if she's all right. ]

[evite]

I'm fine. I'm okay. I'm —

[ not fine. she's trembling, and the ground is trembling, and the lights above their head begin to blink in and out with each uncertain breath she takes. it's then that jemma steps in, doctor in charge as per usual, and curls a knowing hand around daisy's forearm.

come on, dais, before it gets worse, as if this has happened before (and it has, though not to this extreme; she's been quaking uncontrollably over the last week and brushing it off like it's nothing) — they leave the lab with marcos trailing behind, jemma guiding daisy down a flight of stairs and through the hangar, where a white box waits for situations just like these.

as she shepherds daisy inside, jemma offers a brief explanation. containment module. intended for situations like these. daisy's very comfortable in them, you can join her if you like. and then she's off, presumably to gather more tests or supplies or maybe just to give them a moment of quiet to process the big bomb she just casually dropped into conversation.

for daisy, as she settles on the bed, hands still trembling, her biggest thought (beyond the obvious) is the poor cheese fries left behind. she doesn't know what to say, though, so... she doesn't. she just stares at her hands. stares and waits. ]

[heliophilous]

[ he would join her but he's just going to stand outside for the moment, give her time alone. it's something he needs so he's certain she'll need it too. but he can't just let them both deal with this in silence.

he moves closer, lets one of his shoulders rest against the containment module and then drops his forehead against it. he has no idea if she can hear him or not. he has no idea if she even wants to listen. ]

Hey.

[ but he can't just let the silence choke them. ]

Hey, can we talk about this? [ it would be easy to give platitudes and reassurance that everything's going to be okay but...well, he thinks that would do more harm than good. better to just open up the lines of communication. ]

I think we should. [ they were going to need to at some point. ]

[evite]

Okay.

[ it's just a lot to process. but she doesn't want to process it alone, so while marcos may feel more comfortable on the outside, she's not aiming to give him much of a choice. with a flick of a switch near the bedside table, daisy opens the interior containment doors — with jemma having left open the exterior, it leaves a clear channel inside for him if he chooses to take it.

she hopes he does. ]

I don't — know. How to talk about it. [ this. she's still having trouble wrapping her mind around it. ] I mean, we weren't &ellip; trying.

[ or not trying hard enough, apparently. ]

We haven't talked about this at all.

[heliophilous]

[ he watches the door open and, taking that as an invitation, he steps inside, eyeing the module curiously. it doesn't look like much but he knows what her organization and the people that work within it can do with their technology. ]

You're right. We haven't. This is — it's a surprise. [ of course, the possibility was there considering how often they slept together but — god, they hadn't really considered this a possibility. ]

We can talk about it now.

[ he wasn't needed back at headquarters and it looked like she was going to be made to stay in here for awhile so they both had some time. ]

Are you upset?

[evite]

No. [ that part she wants to make clear. surprised, nervous, afraid — what she was feeling was a mix of all three, but not upset. not mad, not regretful. never that. ] No, I'm not upset.

[ she pats the space next to her on the bed, shifting to lean back against the headboard and pulling her legs up to sit in butterfly pose. whether he wants to sit next to her or face her, there's plenty of space. ]

I'm — [ she exhales through her nose, trying to carefully parse out a sentence ] Are you upset?

[heliophilous]

No. [ he says it vehemently just as he's settling down beside her. no, he's not upset. he could never be upset about this. never. it wasn't planned and it would make a lot of things difficult but he's never going to be upset. ]

I'm surprised. And I'm shocked. [ those were pretty much the same thing, huh? ] And I'm worried about you.

[ and what this would do to her and how it would affect her. she doesn't have an x-gene but she's still not exactly a typical human. ]

That's my biggest concern right now. You.