irl meetups & phone

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Time to touch some grass.

There is nsfw in here. Shhh.

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8/30

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[ Despite everything, Oria did not come fetch Sinclair on a helicopter. Instead, he took a private jet to nyoom on over to the Washington state. He didn't want to, but his family insisted that he have a chaperone. After cutting a deal with said chaperone, Oria told him that he could go sightseeing and will get in contact after a certain time, or if he'll move locations by text. Imagine being paid to go sightseeing.

Anyway, it's noon, the weather is nice, he has a hat and sunglasses. He looks like any other trendy kid. His appearance is basically the same as his avatar, right ear full of clip on piercings and the like, glasses, etc.

He's probably very easy to recognize for Sinclair, who's been seeing him often in-game.

So Oria has been in the cafe, sitting away from the window wall because he doesn't like it when people try to peek inside. When Sinclair enters the cafe, Oria gives him a subtle wave. Yoooo. ]

[insinning]

[ Unlike Oria, Sinclair has no way to just pay people to leave him alone. So it takes a lot more planning to get his more nosy coworkers(friends??) to be distracted so he can slip out on his date without being harassed. Sinclair probably seems smaller without the usual trench coat of his work uniform or the armor of his avatar - just standard soft boi fashion: a thin soft turtleneck, jeans, a light jacket for later...

He brightens when he spots Oria and makes his way over]

Hey.

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Hey.

[ He greets him with a smile like the one he has most of the time in the game--cheerful, happy, and the like, but his expression softens a little when he sees Sinclair. ]

Wow, you really didn't grow at all.

[ He's joking!! But here, have a seat. They're on sofa-like seats and a table between them, which is oddly comfortable for a cafe... ]

[insinning]

[He huffs a little - of course Oria would say that]

I can still grow. Maybe.

[But sitting. It is oddly comfortable]

You haven't changed much either.

[No hair gel...how nice]

9/2, post body-discovery

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[ We murder game-lite now.

Around ten minutes later, as Oria said, Sinclair get a phone call:

Caller: Oria Severine. ]

[insinning]

[The call startles Sinclair out of his reverie and he fumbles for his phone, answering it promptly]

Oria.

[Ah. His throat feels tight already, even though there's no reason to worry. There's a thousand and one reasons why Morgan wont answer his calls or messages]

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Emil.

[ His tone sounds serious, but he quietly sighs to soften his voice. ]

... How are you feeling? I'm sorry I can't be with you right now.

[insinning]

Mm. I know. I'm glad you called.

[His voice wavers a little]

I'm just--worried. Why wont he answer?

> immediately after Oria logs off at the beach party and Sinclair follows suit

[insinning]

I'm sorry. Did I go too far?

3 hours later

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no
you didnt
its fine

[insinning]

[Sinclair hasn't really moved from under the covers. But as soon as he gets the message he's. Relieved. But mostly worried. Anxious.]

i'm here to listen

if you want.

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[ ...

Sinclair will receiving a call from Oria Severine. Pick up? ]

9/12

[tablescraps]

( Incoming call. )

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[ Oh... Here he was, expecting a text message. Maybe Mithrun recovered faster than he thought?

Either way, he picks up and his voice? Sounds awful. ]

I told you to text...

[tablescraps]

... Did you...?

( lmao. He forgot what Oria wrote immediately after reading it. He only retained "we need to talk" once he remembered they were supposed to talk at all.

His voice is a little far from the speaker and a little muffled, like he put the phone on his pillow by his head. He doesn't sound like he should be talking much - the way he puts together the sounds to form words is clumsy and a little slow, and there's a spacy quality to his voice arguing that he's still pretty disoriented, which maybe isn't conveyed quite in the same way through typos and text.

There's a brief moment of fabric moving against the receiver like he's about to hang up and text as suggested (or, well, reminded), but it's as he's figuring out which button turns off the call (the big red one isn't totally registering, be patient) that he rather belatedly recognizes Oria's tone as unwell... he thinks. At the very least, he sounds different than he thinks Oria used to sound. Is meant to sound? It's not a sound that sounds like Oria, anyway. )

... Did something happen?

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I'm sick.

[ Well, he does sound ill. The usual energy in his voice has left him as well as everywhere else. ]

Anyway, your revenge scheme with Sinclair. You wanna finally tell me about it?

9/15

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[ After that hubbub in the game, Sinclair gets a free jet ride over to the Severine residence. It's much faster than a regular plane--probably cut the air time in half. Sinclair is met with some bodyguards who asks for his two forms of identification and a code (in which Oria told him it was "blue cat cup holder") and after that Sinclair will get in the car with said bodyguards and they eventually pull up to one of the richest neighborhoods and a property that screams "yup that sure is a rich person's house", apart from less windows and all the blinds and curtains are shut. The property is huge--probably more than six acres at the very least. There aren't many trees surrounding the property either, and they're all set to the side, where the garden is.

Welcome to the Severine estate, Sinclair.

There's also a lot of security around the place as well, for understandable reasons. He might have also noticed that they took a very discreet road, definitely the path less traveled on the way to get here.

Regardless, they have arrived and they usher Sinclair inside the house. Iria, the second sister who's known to be extremely pretty, greets Sinclair into the home in a nice blouse and a long skirt. Her eyes are a bright green and her extremely long light brown hair has been tied into a french braid. Anyway, she tells Sinclair where the general locations are in the house: the living room, kitchen, spare bedrooms, bathrooms, the backyard, the basement (there's a bowling alley there) and finally--Oria's room.

His room is actually clean, but not spotless. CC Corp's heavy equipment has taken a hefty amount of room off to the side and a desktop computer and a desk sits right next to it against the wall. Despite that, there's still a lot of space. There's a bookshelf full of things aren't books (games and others), a walk-in closet full of a familiar fashion that Sinclair might have gotten used to seeing on Oria, another door that leads to a private bathroom, and a large birdcage that has Mike, a parrot, who greets Sinclair once he walks into the room with a "Help! I'm trapped in a parrot's body!".

...

Anyway, Oria is on the king sized bed and looks... generally fine. He doesn't seem all that sick and wherever the gunshot wound is? There aren't any obvious traces of it, but to be fair, Oria is wearing a long-sleeved shirt and sweatpants, made for maximum comfort while he's ill. This might be the only time when Sinclair gets to see Oria's appearance being so messy. He didn't even look like this when they slept at the play hotel either.

Either way, he's... sleeping? Maybe? He doesn't have his glasses on (they're on the nightstand) and closing his eyes. ]

[insinning]

[ It's a whirlwind of events Sinclair hasn't quite gotten head around by the time he gets to the Severine estate. If it weren't for his work, he might have been more intimidated. But his work had put him through a number of things, and he's become adaptable.

Mostly.

It's still overwhelming.

Sinclair is dressed in a loose red sweater vest today, over a white button up and beige slacks and loafers. When he sees Oria, he exhales softly, torn between relief and worry as he pads across the room, sitting at his bed, just at the edge ]

Oria? You awake?

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Mm...

[ Oria turns in his bed under the blanket and blearily opens his eyes.

A blob of... red and yellow...? ]

Who is it?

[ He yawns. His eyesight is terrible without his glasses. ]

20/9

[insinning]

[Go cool your head, Sinclair.

Sinclair was obedient. He listened to orders. So he hadn't protested when Rodya wrapped an arm around his shoulders and lead him off with Gregor to go for a walk. He had shrugged off the arm as soon as they were outside and began to walk faster than them. He was well aware of the murmurs at his back, the worried looks they had given him.

He didn't bother looking behind.

What could he tell them? What could he tell anyone? The company knew though, they had known and brought him back here to this hell hole where---

Ah.

They were here.

He should be a good son. A good brother, shouldn't he?

His feet take him down a quieter path, and without thinking he finds himself tapping into his contacts, trying to send a message to Oria when his thumb slips, and he finds himself ringing Oria instead.

Oh. Oh no--he needs to hang up, he needs to drop the call and--]

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[ Unfortunately for Sinclair, Oria picks up the phone immediately. ]

Hello?

[insinning]

Oria.

[Sinclair nearly yelps, fumbling with his phone. There's a strangeness to his tone. Tense, wavering]

Sorry. I meant to send a text--

22/9

[insinning]

[ When the first call doesn't get an answer, Sinclair sends a message instead ]

You logged off suddenly. Everything okay?

4 hours later

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aria knocked the headset off me
my brain is fine

[insinning]

Just your brain?