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[unsever]

"Can't pick up the phone right now, you know the drill."

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[gossipkinesis]

[ they haven't always gotten along but... they need to stick together or some bullshit.]

At the risk of making this a boys vs girls scenario... how would you feel about a roommate? Josh's place is getting a little crowded.

[unsever]

[ Julia had come to expect a lot of things from this place, but Margo's message is a definite curveball. Alright. Well, she can roll with it. ]

That's fine with me. I took the room in the attic, but the others are totally up for grabs.

text; un: s.winchester

[fathertoson]

So you're the one who's working with Jack and Dean on this 'god killing bullet' thing?

text;

[unsever]

[ She’s gotten weirder texts, honestly. ]

You must be Sam. And yeah, I am. Dean said you might be able to help with some research? I was able to make it once before back home, but I’m not sure how much we’ll have to change here. Sorry if I’m repeating anything you’ve already heard. I don’t know how much Dean shared of what I told him at the diner.

text » un: bambi - FAKE NEWS TEXT

[gossipkinesis]

Throwing up in a storm drain... Not my finest moment.

text » un: j.wicker

[unsever]

omg are you okay? Do you need me to come and get you?

un: floppyhair text 1/?????

[volunteertomatoes]

jules

text 2/?????

[volunteertomatoes]

Julia something happened to eliot something fucked up

text; 3/?????

[volunteertomatoes]

there are veins everywhere it's fucked up remember hwen we watched akira and tetsuo got

text 4/?????

[volunteertomatoes]

thats not important eliots breathing but i dont know whats happening please come over

un: floppyhair; voice 5/5

[volunteertomatoes]

[ And we have one phone call for Julia Wicker: ]

Please pick up, Please pick up, please pick up--

text. around 7th december.

[hedgemony]

I'm back. I remember more stuff, now.

There's a lot of shit you never told me, Julia.

text;

[unsever]

I'm glad you're back. I didn't want to hover, but if it was stressful for me seeing you like that, I can't imagine how it was when I went back.

[ As for the rest. ]

I didn't know how much you'd want to know or hear and after our first conversation, I didn't think it would go well to dumping everything else on you, too.

[ Considering Kady had literally OD'ed after Penny died. There's some things she wasn't ready to go through again. ]

If you want to talk about it in person, I should be back from work in about an hour.

**special delivery**

[endlessflask]

[ Left outside Julia's door is a small, wooden crate filled with a variety of things. First, a few bottles of homemade eggnog (careful, it’s boozy!). There is also a bundle of cinnamon sticks and whole nutmeg, attached to a tiny grater so you can add fresh spices to your festive drink. Tucked away in the crate is also a festive tin, filled with a variety of holiday cookies - shortbread, gingerbread, and sugar cookies.

It’s not all just food and drink. Safely concealed in a small, cloth bag, is a charm, along with a note: wear me for a little extra warmth!. And, just for Julia, there's a scarf and earmuff set, along with a cozy pair of mittens.

A tag attached to the crate simply says: Happy holidays, from Q & Eliot.. ]

delivery - night of dec 24th

[dramaquinn]

[ Cushioned in a cloth bag left hanging from the doorknob of Julia's house are a few glass trees along with a note: ]

An offering of thanks to Our Lady of the Trees. May you get back threefold what you gave up for all worlds.

—AQ

SNAIL MAIL/like WAAAAY post-dated to after they get back

[pursuitofcappiness]

[ A few days after whenever she gifts him drawing supplies, Julia will find a manila envelope with just "For Julia, From Steve" scrawled on the center, slid underneath her door or placed gently in her mailbox.

Inside is a crisp sheet of tanned paper depicting a portrait of Julia. ]

[unsever]

[ One of Julia’s most simultaneously admirable and awful traits is that she’s a giver. It’s good until she’s given so much of herself away that there’s nothing left. Sometimes even her life. It’s a point of contention in her circle of friends, the former goddess having gotten herself in trouble more than once both here and at home with certain decisions. But, the thing with being a giver is she never expects anything in return. So, finding the portrait comes as something of a shock, fairly certain she looked like an idiot staring at the piece of paper in front of her mailbox.

Rushing inside, she sets everything down on the kitchen counter, grabbing her phone. Gathering her thoughts, the typically put together and calm woman is the exact opposite. Thankfully, she’s alone when she calls, not needing anyone to witness this because she’d probably never live it down. ]

Steve, I -- I got the sketch. It’s incredible. Thank you so much. H-- [ Whatever she was trying to say dies off with a soft laugh, Julia not used to being at a loss for words. ]

— forward dated to mid-event / text — un: premed

[rehashing]

( How do you start this off? With Bonnie, she'd just call her. Ask her to come over. Introduce her to Daenerys. Or, Bonnie would all ready be familiar with her. If not Bonnie, Liv. It's hard not to think of the witches in her life as tools. But without Liv, she never would've almost saved Bonnie. She doesn't want to make Julia her go-to witch, and wouldn't Klaus advise her to have one. It doesn't help that she had to reach out to him. Because of knowledge. And his mother.

No, this is a favor for a friend and she will owe her something. )

Hey, so, are you and your friends okay? These people that appeared after Rapture, they're not good. They're dangerous.

I saved someone. Yesterday, but, afterwards someone, they took her and they tried to sacrifice her? I thought I rescued her but they'd injected her with a paralytic and her organs shut down. She died. I'm saying all this because she had my blood in my system, from when I saved her. But, when she died...

I made her a vampire, Julia.

[unsever]

[ Somehow not the weirdest text she's ever gotten, but close. Julia puts down whatever she was working on, grateful for the incoming distraction from her own anxiety. ]

Not all of my friends are okay, but we're getting through this. I guessed as much when they showed up, but I really wanted to be wrong.

[ And then the rest of the text comes through and she isn't sure if Elena is just needing to talk to someone or is needing help, so-- ]

You were trying to help her, what happened after that isn't your fault.

Forward dated 20th March / when Julia watched Waverly’s post.

[hedgemony]

Are you hurt? What happened?

[unsever]

[ She texts back after she gets off the phone with Steve, leaning against her desk as she prepares to reinforce the wards around her office to almost create a safe room within the library. ]

Friend and close coworker was murdered on the network by a blonde girl. Sorry. I wasn't ready for that.

Are you ok? None of the people in white have tried to throw you off of a roof or anything?

text (a couple days before her birthday bc Kady isn’t totally the worst)

[hedgemony]

I’m involved with someone.

( hhnngrrhsdhj that took so long to send she needs a drink )

[unsever]

Ok.

[ Her brain is still a little too mushy from everything that's happened to be up for playing the prying for information game. But, this was a big step for Kady to actually open up about it and she didn't want to build a wall back up between them when they'd worked to break it down. ]

Is that someone Alice? Are you guys official?

text; un: earl.gay (misfire)

[endlessflask]

tippity tap motherfucker

[unsever]

And hello to you too.

the night of the party;

[volunteertomatoes]

[ While Julia's at Kady's party, Quentin lets himself into Julia's house and leaves her present.

It's a blank bullet journal with her name on it, and a small package of homemade truffles. The note is in Quentin's tell-tale chicken scratch: ]

Jules,

Happy Birthday. I know you can't really plan or organize what's going to happen in this batshit down, but you can at least keep track of it. Thanks for being a true friend.

Love,
-Q
(PS The truffles are totally okay to eat, I promise, Eliot helped me.)

paper airplane the next morning »

[unsever]

Thank you for the journal and chocolates. I'm so incredibly grateful to have you. Let me know when I can pencil you in for a make-up birthday dinner.

Love,

Jules

text » un: bambi

[gossipkinesis]

So Scott's daughter showed up. Kind of.

[IS MARGO HANSON ASKING FOR HELP?



yes.]

text »

[unsever]

[ Something awesome about what they've established between each other is typically being judgment-free in crisis unless they're judging someone else together. She's gotchu. ]

Alright. [ Oh fuck. ]

What do you need from me? Help warding a safe place for a lockdown to keep her safe? Or is this a kind of like when Quentin's ghost showed up?

text. un. asmodeus.

[hedgemony]

I have a project that might require some teamwork. Hopefully nothing collaborative to the level of Disney renditions.

Think you might have time? 🕵️‍♀️

text »

[unsever]

Hit me. What's up?

text; un: earl.gay (dated to after Eliot's canon update)

[endlessflask]

hey
so
i have a question to ask you

[unsever]

Welcome back. What's up?

— action (cw: possession symptoms, talks, etc. from here on)

[possessum]

[ He's seen the same type of rumour about a few different people, over the month. Sometimes it's worded a little differently, but at the core, it has the same effect on Peter whenever he glimpses something like this around town.

Ask Julia about the time she was possessed.

It strikes something deeply in him, has him needing to catch his breath as though he's been punched in the gut. He's not the only one who's dealt with something... like this, and that fact is both relieving and horrifying. He sees the rumour about Julia a bit early on in the month, and he knows who she is — she lives right next door to Quentin and Eliot, whom Peter has been staying with most nights. He's not too familiar with her beyond that, though. While he immediately contacts Eliot for information on his own possession rumour, Peter hesitates to reach out to Julia, nervous of a stranger, not sure what to say.

But as the days and weeks go by, Peter's losing more and more of himself, and he knows... it has to do with "Ultimate Host", somehow. The words are there at the top of his fluid and there in his mind, and he's getting sicker and sicker, like the demon is some illness that his body's trying to reject, but progressively failing to do so. Entire days pass by where he's not conscious and the other thing is. Peter's losing track of time, and pieces of memory, his mental state deteriorating as much as his physical.

He needs help. He needs... to talk to as many people as he can, anyone who might can help him understand... anything about this. So he finally seeks her out, though he decides to pay a visit to the little shop she owns rather than make a house call. What he's approaching her about is personal enough; he doesn't want to invade her home, too.

The heat makes him feel even more sickly, and Peter doesn't look well at all when he opens the door of the shop and steps inside — eyes rimmed in dark circles, a cold sweat at his brow. He looks like he hasn't slept in weeks, and he keeps a hand against his stomach, like it aches. He slips quietly through the shop; there's no one else around inside, the heat likely keeping people away. When he sees her, Peter makes his way over, a tall shadow of a person, voice soft and a little shy. ]

Ms. Wicker?

/buckles in

[unsever]

[ Her time with the monster's sister wasn't nearly as horrific as what Eliot had gone through... But it wasn't easy. She'd gone through everything with Steve, laying it all out and trying to be as transparent as possible because she didn't know what was going to come up. And right now, she was incredibly grateful she'd gotten through that difficult conversation so they could be in a better place for this shitstorm.

Luckily for Peter, Julia wouldn't have cared if he'd knocked on her door at two in the morning. Her life had taught her that some things weren't meant to be bottled up and hidden away. It was dangerous and could be deadly. And it often caused more damage than it was worth. Also, she was the type that was willing to drop everything if someone needed help. Stranger or friend. So, of course, when he walks through her shop doors she immediately gives him her full attention. Thankfully, it's slow, Julia already moving to try and help him. ]

Julia. I-- You look like you're about to pass out. Come on, I've got some water and the air conditioning is on in the back. [ She's moving around him, already closing things up and flipping off the lights to try and cool things down more before trying to usher him towards the cooler air. Feeling unsafe at any point doesn't even cross her mind, considering he'd addressed her as Ms. -- most people don't seek out strangers and address them formally in an effort to trick them into death. She was also a little harder to kill than the regular person. So, she had that boost of confidence going for her. He needed a doctor, a name of a recent customer coming to mind. ]