MHA #12, Monday Morning

[amitragic]

It was the same dream Ulysses had been having for most of last week. Just... fire and fire and fire, flames eating up everything, going up so high that he couldn't even tell where he was, just knew that he was alone.

There was a key difference this time, though. Something... specific, being engulfed in the fire: a missing persons poster, with Illyana's picture on it.

Ulysses woke up with a start. He scrambled first, with an unsteady hand, for his vape pen. Then, a puff or two later, for his phone.

He needed to send this text right the fuck now.

txt me back AS SOON AS u see this, need to know u r ok

[ooc: Open, though I may be slow because it has been a long day.]

Comments

[gospel_of_oblivion]

Did Illy actually *read* the text she just got, or was she just replying to it half-asleep with only one eye open?

whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhy are u txting me on saturday morning go back to bed uly

Someone was about to get a very, very, rude awakening.

[amitragic]

"Oh thank fuck," Ulysses breathed - with a puff of smoke, yes - when the text came through. Maybe his heart would eventually stop racing, now.

But also:

illy it's monday

[gospel_of_oblivion]

The fuck? Was he high?

yesterday was friday. today is saturday. if u had a nightmare then write it down while its fresh and ill look at it later.

[amitragic]

Not as high as he would have liked to be!

weekend happened already, Ulysses sent back. i'm sorry

He didn't want to look at why he felt compelled to add that.

[gospel_of_oblivion]

By all the Dark Gods, Uly, whhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyyy did you keep texting her back?!?!?

Except his response made her actually squint at the screen for a moment, before finally sitting up and checking her phone's calendar.

Shit.

what. happened.

Beat.

if I was cute and fluffy I want to see the pictures.

It had to be an animal transformation, right? Why else would she lose a weekend?

...despite the fact she was definitely in the pjs she'd gone to bed in on Friday night.

[amitragic]

The 'uhhhhh' in the long pause before the next text was practically audible. Uly really didn't want to have to be the person telling her about any of this.

it was a weird weekend

Yeah, no shit, Uly.

i was old

[gospel_of_oblivion]

WHY DON'T I REMEMBER IT?

Fuck.

put on pants. incoming in five.

Weird News required she at least brush her hair and teeth first, so she could feel at least a little put together when Uly told her whatever he probably didn't want to tell her.

[amitragic]

He really didn't.

But he also really felt the need to see her right now, so, right. Rolling out of bed and grabbing some pants, Ulysses was.