IC Contact

[tacticalvisor]

For network, messenger bird, or other such IC contact. Also works for actionspam as needed.

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[gr1m]

[Gabriel actually snorted.]

That would be a good sign, means I'm recovering and not stuck in a bucket forever.

[It's noticed, catching hold of that pillow after a moment but no pulling it away.]

Though, I don't think I can hold this for to much longer.

[tacticalvisor]

Means you can get up and actually do some work, lazy ass.

[But his smile softens a bit. Less smirky, there.]

Don't stress on my account. You're harder to hit when you're smoke, anyway.

[gr1m]

You'd still end up with a bed pan.

[As it was he did let go of the pillow, in a way it'd drop over Jack's face as he retreated back in to that bucket and

Yeah, no. He let out a breath and probably shouldn't have held out as long as he had.]

Funny.

[tacticalvisor]

I'll dump it in you.

[He moves the pillow and- well, that's a bit of an unexpected heart pang at the loss of visual. He pushes it down, buries it under everything else, and lays his head back on the pillow while looking down at the bucket]

That the first time you got out of that state since the fight?

[gr1m]

[Well that was a solid hand flipping him of at that, before it too retreated in to the rest of the goo.

Still, there was a soft hum over the re-established connection.]

Yeah. Can take a lot out of me, think there's still some of the negativity still clinging and until it's cleared out I'll have some problems.

Hence all the positive emotion charged food.

[tacticalvisor]

[he can't help but smirk again at that reaction, adjusting himself on the pillow to get comfortable. he grunts in acknowledgement, then, after a moment;]

Is it only food, or would just plain emotion help?

[gr1m]

[He could manage a hand, even if it was the same color as the shadow slime with claws but, well. He'd still made the gesture, right?]

Just plain emotion would probably help, the food is just another way to get it in plus something solid.

[tacticalvisor]

Mmm. Well, no promises.

[But he'll try. Not like he's doing much here anyway, that whole...pillowfight took a surprising amount out of him. So he rolls over on to his back and glances up at the ceiling, closing his eyes.

Positive emotion...

...right. This'll be 'fun'.]

[gr1m]

You're something else.

[At least it wouldn't be emotionally draining on Jack if he did manage. Just be.. absorbing whatever from the area around him.

Huh.]