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[krangke]

(To be honest, he had completely forgotten about his communication device until he saw it sitting on his bed. He forgot about all of the contacts, the people he mostly didn't know. It's not until after the buried event that he even thinks to utilize this broad form of communication. Suddenly he sees the benefit in it, the reason why people might want to use this sort of thing beyond private talking.

So Newt's set it up and a feed of him sitting on a mattress on a floor begins to flow through to the network. He's in clean clothes and looks clean enough overall but his hands are covered in tightly wrapped bandages and he looks rather tired.)

Hi, everyone.

(He doesn't seem to be awkward at all. Like someone whose had to address groups of people before. There's no hesitance, no shift or uncertain pause of what to say next. He's already thought it through.)

My name's Newt. I haven't met most of you yet but that's okay. What I'm about to say applies to everyone, regardless of whether or not we know each other.

I know that everyone sort of just went through their own personal hell. Whether you were buried alive or looking for someone you care about- it sucks, it really sucks and I hope to God that we found everyone.

(His eyes roll upwards and he actually does look serious, looks genuinely pained at the idea that maybe they didn't. That maybe, just maybe, they had somehow missed someone. He doesn't linger on it though. This video has a point. He clears his throat and looks back to the camera and offers a slight grin.)

I know that the clinic has been helping people a lot. But - well, shock is a pretty nasty thing and it's a bloody reckoning waiting to happen if you're on your own too much. And not everyone's all too great about properly taking care of themselves when they're- they're bad off. I don't know if everyone has someone here to look out for them so- I don't know. Shuck it-

(He spreads his hands open and shrugs his shoulders.)

If you need something, let me know. I've made a load of sandwiches and don't mind bringing them over. Stew too. A lot of you are probably dead tired still so that's fine. I've got tea- and apparently my tea isn't too buggin' bad at all- and if you just need company...

(He puts his arms back down, fiddling with the bandages on his hand. The smile he offers is now a bit hesitant. It's a broad statement but he means it all the same. Being shocked can really hurt a person, deeper than some can even handle. Sometimes being alone is the worst thing for them and he gets that. He really, really does.)

I can sit around with you or talk to you through here. Doesn't matter to me. So here's hoping to everyone being okay. Anyway, see you lot around.

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[krangke]

See if I make you dinner tonight.

(Peter this will never end well for you.)

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[werewolfing]

See what happens to your kitchen if you make me cook for myself.

[this is not an idle threat, even if presented as one.]

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[krangke]

You think I wouldn't make you clean it up? That's precious.

(Annnnd now he's snorting.)

Besides, I don't think making yourself a sandwich really constitutes as 'cooking'.

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[werewolfing]

Nah, I guess it doesn't. I could make two more sandwiches, similar to these ones, but lacking the loving quality that you have so obviously put into them.

[shut up, peter.]

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[krangke]

(Why does he put up with you at all. Why.)

"Loving quality". Uh huh. I think you mean "effort I don't feel like putting in".

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[werewolfing]

No, no, the loving quality you put into these ones, for people who aren't me.

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[krangke]

Oh well in that case then you're absolutely right. I don't think I could muster up any of that same exact loving quality for your sandwiches.

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[werewolfing]

You see? Told you so. I'm scorned and abused here, that's why I had to steal your love-imbued sandwiches.

[also he's moving out to the porch to have a cigarette. nah-nah.]

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[krangke]

Scorned and abused, he says. I weep for you. Truly.

(You might even be able to feel his sarcasm it's so potent.)

You smoke too much.

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[werewolfing]

As you should, as you should.

[that sarcasm rolls right off peter's back. he blows smoke through his nose at the screen, because he'd never do that to actual newt.]

I smoke just enough. You're just jealous.

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[krangke]

(Newt watches with some reserved fascination as Peter blows the smoke through his nose. And yeah- that's a pretty good choice, Peter.)

I think I'll manage to get over it.

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[werewolfing]

[he's rude but he's not that rude. slightly smug, yes, but not that rude.]

Or you'll give up pretending to be mad at me and come out and smoke. One of those.

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[krangke]

(Don't be smug, Peter. There is clearly nothing to be smug about here.)

I'm not pretending to be mad at you. I never have to pretend to do that. But if you're offering-.

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[werewolfing]

[uh huh. sure there isn't.]

To let you sit here and be mad at me? You can do that for free.

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[krangke]

I meant smoking. But you're right- I could sit there, be mad at you, and enjoy a cigarette all at the same time. For free.

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[werewolfing]

Wait, who says I'm giving you a cigarette if you're mad at me?

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[krangke]

Me. I say so.

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[werewolfing]

Oh, well if that's the case...

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[krangke]

(Just like that, the video feed switches off. There's some shuffling around from inside of the house and before long, Newt joins Peter out on the porch. He settles right next to Peter before grinning and holding his hand out expectantly.)

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[werewolfing]

[peter rolls his eyes and hands an unlit cigarette to newt, then lights a match and holds it up.]

You're a jerk.

[he says this the way most people say 'hello'.]

[krangke]

(Newt just grins until there's teeth showing and puts the cigarette between his lips, leaning forward to grab at Peter's hand and guide the match home.)

And you....are a shank.

(He says this delightedly- the way most people might say 'thank you'. He leans back then and takes a small puff.)

[werewolfing]

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You keep saying that and I still don't know what it means.

[nor does he care, particularly. peter has a cigarette and a belly full of sandwich, life is okay.]

[krangke]

Dunno either, mate. Just slang from the Glade.

(Life definitely is okay for right now. He tips his head back and sighs around his cigarette.)

I invited Arya over. Not for anytime specific- just whenever works. But I thought it'd be nice.

[werewolfing]

[peter's eyebrows raise, and then he smiles as he exhales.]

That would be nice. She's a good kid. Lot of spunk, that one.

[krangke]

Yup. We're gonna doll you up like a princess.

(He smirks a little bit around his cigarette, eyes darting over to Peter.)