sunbaked_baker: (not so sure)
[personal profile] sunbaked_baker
See, this is why Rae doesn't keep pets.

"Yeah, I know," Rae says guiltily, settling her irritated and low-powered T-Minus on the kitchen table with a generous amount of food. She makes sure it's feeding the way it should before straightening up and giving it an apologetic pat. "I'm sorry I've not been here. I left you food, but I didn't expect to be away so long, and I've been rather... preoccupied."

To say the least.

"I'll be around now, though," she reassures it (though she isn't sure how to tell if the T-Minus is reassured or not). "For a good while, I think."

After a night or two of decent sleep, she's steadier on her feet and feeling less frayed, but she is nowhere near ready to head back home again.

Satisfied that the T-Minus hasn't been irreparably harmed, but still keeping an eye on it, Rae puts her apron back on and moves to the other side of the kitchen to start pouring muffin batter (cranberry-orange) into a tray of muffin cups.

Date: 2016-04-08 11:25 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
It doesn't take long before the T-Minus is pinging its heart out, sending out messages that, judging from the time-stamps, are severely delayed.

Date: 2016-04-08 11:30 pm (UTC)
herr_bookman: (sleepy)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
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HD: Rae?
HD: Rae, it's me
HD: Autor
HD: I was drafted
HD: I'm sorry
HD: I didn't mean to have it end up like this
HD: Gotta go
HD: Love you


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HD: I'm using a rifle now
HD: But I'm glad we don't have to use bows and arrows
HD: Those have a lot of drawbacks

HD: Gotta go
HD: Love you


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Edited Date: 2016-04-09 12:09 am (UTC)

Date: 2016-04-09 12:16 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
The next few messages come in short bursts a week apart, as if the sender only had a few minutes to send them at the time.

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HD: Come on Rae
HD: Pick up, won't you?

HD: Gotta go
HD: Love you


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HD: It's a good thing William Evans isn't here
HD: I'm told to 'fire at will' all the time

HD: Gotta go
HD: Love you


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HD: My lieutenant used to be a submarine captain before he joined the army
HD: He likes cards
HD: But apparently he dismisses his past as 'too much bridge under the water'

HD: Gotta go
HD: Love you


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Edited Date: 2016-04-09 12:18 am (UTC)

Date: 2016-04-09 12:25 am (UTC)
herr_bookman: (glasses)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
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HD: Had a rough day today
HD: Thought of you
HD: Gotta go
HD: Love you


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HD: Did you hear about the high-ranking military father who cloned himself?
HD: The result was a Major Faux Pa
HD: No one here would get it
HD: Because no one here knows what a clone is

HD: Pick up pick up pick up

HD: Gotta go
HD: Love you


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The messages end there.

Date: 2016-04-09 12:44 am (UTC)
herr_bookman: (lean)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
There's a delay of about ten minutes before her T-Minus pings again.

HD: Rae?
HD: Rae!
HD: Hi! I'm still alive, as you can see, haha
HD: How are you?

Date: 2016-04-09 01:05 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
Autor offers the T-Minus screen a blink-and-you'll-miss-it smile, leaning against the clay wall of the trench. He takes his time composing his messages, ignoring the gunfire rattling above his head.

HD: Don't apologize
HD: You didn't have anything to do with this
HD: It's good to hear from you
HD: Really good
HD: There aren't any doors out here
HD: Which is unfortunate

Date: 2016-04-09 01:21 am (UTC)
herr_bookman: (sleepy)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
Autor sighs, tucking his chin against his chest. He licks his chapped lips.

HD: I know you will
HD: I've missed you, too
HD: And that was kind of them
HD: I'll have to find out who it is and thank them personally
HD: When I get back
HD: It might take a while

Date: 2016-04-09 01:41 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
Autor's fingers tighten on his T-Minus. He can't do anything about her misery, and yet he still feels strangely guilty about it.

HD: I'll try
HD: I can't exactly control that
HD: But I will try
HD: Like I said, there aren't any doors out here
HD: It's all dirt and clay and trenches
HD: But I'm glad it's green where you are

Date: 2016-04-09 02:18 am (UTC)
herr_bookman: (serious)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
Autor only has about a second to finish reading her messages before the screen fades. He shakes his T-Minus, knowing he should have fed it--but with what? There's not exactly sugar in his rations.

He curses his T-Minus for dying, for giving him hope, for giving him one last connection to Milliways. To Rae, his friend. He can't even tell her he loves her now.

Sighing, he tucks his now-dead T-Minus away in his pocket and picks up his gun.

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