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(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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(It's a face he's never seen before but that doesn't stop Newt from grinning. It's not an obnoxious, overbearing sort of grin that's forced to look friendly. No, it's just a subtle shift of the mouth that's earnest in its welcome.)

Hey, Chris. That's fine with me. I've got no problem coming to you but if you want to come and get it, that's okay too.

(He wouldn't insist on something like that. Not when he himself understood a wide range of reasons any one person might want to do something like that for themselves. Obligation, stir-crazy, or just being capable making them feel in control of their lives again. He gets it. Won't even ask.

As for having a complete stranger come to him? Yeah, he doesn't mind that either. He's used enough to living in a communal sort of environment that it just feels second nature.

Especially since Chris looks about his age. Something that naturally sets Newt at ease.)

If you know anyone else who might need somethings, I can give you stuff for them too. I got loads here to spare.

Okay, great. Is now a good time?

[He seriously needs something to do, so he's glad Newt doesn't mind. It's kind of nice to talk to another teenager--presumably, anyway--for Chris too; he has his friends from home of course, but otherwise most of the people he's talked to here have been older.

He nods at the offer, giving a small shrug at the same time.]

Yeah, that might... That'd be awesome. I have a few friends here that are alone, I think.

[He should check up on them, and if Newt's willing to offer some food to take to them then even better.]

Now's a perfect time.

(It's what the day was for, after all. He wouldn't have thrown the video up if he didn't have the time to kill and really, what else was there to do around this place anyway?

Newt nods encouragingly because that was definitely okay. He was already trying to remember where Peter had put some of their bags so it'd be easier for Chris to carry more sandwiches.)

No problem. We can sort some stuff out. I made a few different ones so you can pick and choose.

(He tips his head around to look over his shoulder, humming thoughtfully before looking back to the camera.)

I'm in house 1402. Head over whenever you're ready.

Thanks. I'll start that way here in just a sec.

[He has to let the others know where he's going so they don't worry, as well as grab a kitchen knife--in case of monsters and due to trauma-heightened paranoia, not because he's concerned about Newt being a threat or anything--but then he heads out toward the house Newt told him.

A little while later he knocks on the door, glancing back to make sure there's nothing creeping up on him or anything of the sort before turning his attention back toward the door.]

(Newt wouldn't have taken offense by any means. If anything, he'd only really give Chris the credit for being prepared.

He's quick to answering the door, having expected Chris. Automatically, he smiles. He's a bit tired looking but overall he looks genuinely glad to see Chris made it there in one piece. Even if they barely know each other.)

Hey. You must be Chris.

(Sure they had introduced themselves on the net but it felt different in person. Enough that Newt even juts his hand out, grin crooked.)

I'm Newt. Did you want to eat here before goin' off? I've got some tea ready.

[Chris manages a smile too, reaching out to shake Newt's hand when it's offered; a few of his fingers are bandaged and his knuckles are scraped up, but other than looking tired as well he's pretty much okay physically after the whole event that happened.]

Hey, yeah. Nice to actually meet you.

[It's definitely different in person than on the network.]

Yeah, sure, if you don't mind.

[He's a little worried about imposing, but he's still so drained that eating before heading back out again seems like a good idea. Giving his bad knee a break is probably smart too, even if it's not a very long one.]

(Newt shakes his hand back with his own wrapped up palm. He'd been digging for the duration of days that people were buried for and even with hands like his, it had taken its toll.

He grins wider yet, nodding. If there's an notion that Chris is imposing, it's not shown at all. Mostly because Chris isn't imposing. Newt's used to taking care of a whole lot of teenage boys. He can handle just one.)

C'mon then.

(He turns about on his heel and leads Chris into the kitchen. Like he'd said, there was already some tea waiting in a kettle. Newt gestures to the kitchen table.)

Go on and make yourself comfortable. I'll get you a cup.

[Chris follows after him, glancing around at the inside of the house, curious to see if they're all pretty similar or not; seems the alien theme is universal, at least. The offer to take a seat is appreciated, since his bad knee didn't do too great with being stuck underground for three days.]

Thanks again, for like... All of this.

[It really is a big help.]

So how uh... How long have you been here?

[Since they haven't talked before; he has no idea which wave of people Newt arrived with and he's curious.]

(Newt's pretty empathetic on bad bits. He's got a bad ankle of his own though his is an older wound. Still, it proved to be a royal bitch at times. Either way, it had him a bit more observant of when other people had bad legs.)

It's seriously nothing, mate.

(He says it with complete earnest. They're kind of all stuck in this shit hole together, right? It would benefit everyone and the situation itself if they just worked together.

That's how he saw it anyway.)

Not very long. Arrived earlier on this month along with a few others. So, what? A couple weeks?

(He shrugs a bit. Newt has no problem answering questions. He respects it, even.)

What about you?

(It doesn't take long before he's pouring a cup of tea and walking over to the table, setting it down in front of Chris. He gestures to the pile of sandwiches sitting over on the counter.)

You want turkey or beef? I think there's some ham, too.

It's been about three months, I think.

[Which is weird to say. It seems like it's been a lot longer, yet the events on the mountain before he arrived here still somehow feel like yesterday.

He offers another small smile when Newt passes him the tea; he never really drank it before, preferring coffee and energy drinks like a lot of college boys, but it's been growing on him since he got here.]

I'm good with like, whatever. No one at my house is gonna be picky about free sandwiches.

[They're all just really worn out, and they'd all been dealing with enough stress even before this event happened. Not having to figure out preparing food might be a small thing, but it's one less thing to worry about.]

Any of your friends show up here, or is it just you?

Three months...Bloody hell, that's a long time.

(Newt echoes this a bit quietly. He couldn't imagine being stuck here for three months. Least of all without his friends. Not that he hadn't made some new ones...but....it's not like he still wasn't constantly thinking about them.)

All right.

(For that, Newt grabs him a turkey sandwich and hands it over on a plate. Finally he sits down across from Chris at the table, folding his arms together over his chest.)

...No...It's just me.

(It's evident that this bothers him by the small furrow in his brows, the worried line of his mouth tugging into a frown.)

I wish they were here though.

(This place felt a whole lot safer than where he came from, honestly. And of course- he selfishly missed them too.)

Sounds like you've got a lot of friends here though- that's good, right?

I guess so.

[His semester would've been almost over at home, if not already over; thinking about something so mundane seems strange now, though.

He accepts the sandwich gratefully, though is slow to begin eating. He's definitely still catching up on getting enough to eat after the event, but doing so too quickly is going to be less than helpful.

The response from Newt gets a slightly concerned look in return.]

I'm sorry, man. Being alone here would...

[It would really suck. He's not sure what he would do without his friends around, and he became all too aware during the event just how many people were here alone.]

Yeah. There's three people I knew from how who're here too. There was another one, but he disappeared last month.

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