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[wendigoner]

" Hey, it's Hannah! Leave a message! "

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[64th]

Do you want to hang out? We can go see if there's anything worth taking in the shops.

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[wendigoner]

definitely! :) where do you want to meet?

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[64th]

I'll come by your house and we can walk together.

[ Hannah doesn't exactly look like someone who is particularly skilled in self defense, and since everyone seems to be focused on protecting Hannah... ]

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[wendigoner]

okay!! i'll see you soon then!

[64th]

[ she knocks when she arrives, though she thinks she could probably let herself in if she wanted. when Hannah opens the door, she grins. ]

Hey! So - confession, you're going to have to tell me all about you since we're going to hang out. That was pretty much my entire motivation for inviting you.

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hey. come by the sewing shop

[Attached is a map of the city, with the sewing shop circled.]

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[wendigoner]

[ Hannah shoots back a 'will do' text before heading over. Truthfully, there's a nervous twist in her stomach at the mysterious and nonspecific invitation.

She knocks on the door, rising up and down from the pads of her feet. ]

[unfollowing]

It's open.

[Emily sighs loudly, then mutters to herself,] It's always open. [She's going to have to put up a sign outside for when she's in or out.

Until Hannah comes in, and even for a few seconds after, Emily will keep on working. Her stitches are getting better, straighter, neater. She's damn proud.]

Sit over here. I don't feel like yelling across the shop.

[wendigoner]

[ Hannah comes in, looking curious, though a little cautious, and she does approach when beckoned. ]

That looks really good. [ She pipes up, indicating the sewing. Emily's always been good at that stuff, but this is a huge improvement, as far as she can see. ]

[unfollowing]

[Yeah okay stop sucking up, Hannah. Even if you're being sincere, Emily doesn't want to waste the time avoiding what she means to talk about. So, with a mumbled thanks (it looks okay, as good as she can make it without a sewing machine) and sets down her project.]

Be really careful with everyone here. [She looks Hannah straight in the eyes as she continues.] Almost everyone is fucking insane or an asshole or both. I know you're like, really sweet to people or whatever, [and obsessive to a creepy degree holy shit] but just-- do not trust people you've just met. Ask the rest of us about anyone who talks to you. Chris knows pretty much everyone, so he's the best for that.

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[sedula]

[Hannah is going to be the hardest of her friends to face; Sam knows this, and she puts off reaching out to her for very last. With how often she's thought about what she might say to her friend if she could just see her again one more time, you'd think Sam would have the right words waiting on the tip of her tongue, but she doesn't. Sam doesn't know Hannah's fate for certain back home, but she and Beth have been missing for a year, and that's long enough for even an optimist to recognize that the chance she's still alive is practically nonexistent.

Sam won't allow herself to rest until she talks to Hannah, though. Calling her on the phone seems safer for a first contact, a piece of normalcy in an increasingly bizarre world, so that's how Sam decides to contact her.]

Hey, Hannah.

[Then she adds, almost unnecessarily:] It's Sam.

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[wendigoner]

[ She'd been able to face Beth - and Mike - so it should be easier to speak with Sam. Somehow, though, the call makes her jittery, heart racing, and she chews on her lip for a minute before responding. ]

Hey. [ Comes the breathless reply. ] ... Hi, Sam.

[ Jesus. What do you say to your best friend, after-- ]

... I don't want to talk on these things. [ She says finally. ] I'd rather see you in person, if... you don't mind. I mean, if you want.

[ "If it's not too weird." ]

Where are you?

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[sedula]

I'm out on the deck.

[Hearing Hannah's voice feels almost too good to be true. Seeing her in person will be better, won't it?]

I'd like to see you, too.

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[wendigoner]

I'll... be right down.

[ "Right down" is a stretch, since she... sort of wavers and frets about it, but it isn't too long before she appears, inching out onto the deck. ]

Hi. [ Comes the quiet announcement of her presence. ]

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[sedula]

Hey.

[Sam can't hold back a smile when she finally sees Hannah, though there's a hint of sadness to it. She's still in her bloodied, singed, torn clothes from the night on the mountain, though the head lamp has been taken off and tucked away in her jacket pocket. She's aware she looks terrible. It's just not important - not with Hannah alive and in front of her.]

God, Hannah - it's so good to see you again.

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[meatbrained]

( the bundle of papers that seemed to make up a journal, a series of entries that Matt stops reading after the first because it makes his blood run cold, because it isn't his anyway.

wherever he finds Hannah, he has the papers in one hand, knuckles tight around them and jawline tighter. )

Hey, uh. Han?

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[wendigoner]

Yes? [ Hannah looks over as he enters, smiling, almost always happy to see Matt. Why shouldn't she be? They'd made up, had gotten over... the prank and all that, and they'd both been quick to admit that they're been wrong.

It's good to see him. ]

Everything okay?

this is all fine :')

[meatbrained]

( well, Han, he's about to ruin your day. Matt swallows, but holds out the papers. )

Uh, I found this. It's yours.

( he could have just burned it. pretended he never saw it, but-

well, that would be a disservice to everything they're working to repair, wouldn't it? he's not going to make the same mistakes, not going to take their friendship for granted and go for the easy option. )

I only, um, read the first page.

no it is Not

[wendigoner]

[ Hannah peers at him curiously, and for a wild moment, she's afraid he's about to hand her her diary - wouldn't that be embarrassing? But, it isn't her diary. It's a series of papers, old-looking and dirty, with scrawled words in (she knows, immediately) her own handwriting.

She swallows, filling gradually with a deep and intense dread.

My little sister is dead. The fall killed her... I watched the color drain from her face. My leg is broken. I'm all alone, stuck here with Beth's body. Someone will come soon.

After the first page, the second her eyes pass over the last word, she drops the papers as if burned by them. Immediately, though, before he can pick them up, she drops to her knees and scrambles to gather them again, holding them tight, tight to her chest, blocking their words from view. ]

Where - Where did you get this? [ She asks on a whisper, shaky and terrified. Except, that isn't the real question. ] I... don't remember writing this. I mean, I never did write it, but... it's my handwriting.

[ Hannah meets his eyes, silently begging him to explain, to help her understand. To will him to forget the awful thing they'd both just read.

Never mind the rest of it... ]

it is there's nothing heartbreaking about UD at all :3

[meatbrained]

( he can guess how it happened. why those words exist (those ones, anyway) and what they mean.

Hannah had been alive after they went missing. the thought settles cold at the base of his neck, down his spine, a horrible weight that won't remove itself from him. )

I found it in one of the stores. ( tucked away inside the pocket of a jacket he tried on.

Matt pinches the bridge of his nose, exhales. it would have been easier to rip it up, call it a joke or something. pretend the gods were just fucking with them. but- )

I think it's... what happened after... ( they were epic assholes to you. )

( text | tenth )

[edibles]

Where are you?

( The city is back in one piece and she wants her sister )

( text | tenth )

[wendigoner]

i'm heading home. please tell me you're okay

[edibles]

Yeah. I was at the clinic when it happened. I stayed there. I was so worried.

[wendigoner]

me too!! omg it was so scary :( i'm glad you're okay.
can you make it back?

[edibles]

I think it's clear enough.
Was everyone with you?