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I realize it's dreadfully unlikely this will synch up with your own subjective timeline, but according to my internal clock, today is the 13th of October. Happy birthday, Billy.

[Attached to the message is an image file: a digital painting of all the Avengers that are here on Agri 10, with Billy and Tommy front and center, flanked by Wanda and the Vision. It's clearly painted because they've never all posed like this: Winter and Cap!Bucky are posturing at each other while Steve and Natasha look unimpressed, Loki is zapping a glass of some blue drink and Clint is glaring daggers at him. There's a disturbing Agrii cake with "BIRTH" written on it in red icing..]

I'm sorry I don't have any cake or ice cream to give you, but I'm not sure how I'd get it across to your ship.

I wanted to hand over the hydroponics that your brother had requested a while back. I had been in the process of testing them to make sure everything was running smoothly when your brother had made the updated request and interrupted everything.

I feel that the project is complete and just needed to do another test run. You are free to make any adjustments to them. I will send with them the information and layout to how I approached the project. However, if you have already went down another path to do this project then by all means continue to do so. I will scrap what I have.

I just wanted to see that the project was completed as overall I believe it is essential for everyone, especially when we are airborne once more.

[During the Superhero City event; sometime after their meeting but before the Agrii message.]

Hey, need your opinion. One (LINK) or two(LINK)?

[Because getting a random text from Captain America on a Sunday night is totally normal, right?]

[Some hours after this post...]

You know I don't trust this man.

[Message left during ~~hiatus~~ Billy's disappearance. The Soldier has been unable to find Billy anywhere, and doesn't think this is just a lack in communication between the two cities.]

Reply when able. Indicate if rescue is needed.

[Shut up he's not worried.]

Dude, need to borrow some shoes. Don't know how, but some fucking glitter got into mine and it's MISERABLE and I can't even go somewhere like the hot springs to try and soak it all out because you know what those fucking caves do to us.

Seriously if I ever meet whatever damn person keeps glitter bombing this whole city, I'm gonna punch them.

[Don't mind him. Just a stream of consciousness texts from Tommy at, like, four in the fucking morning while he's solo overnighting in Sh'Ka time while he's far away from the Comms datapoint so he can't take it back or something.]

I hate this place.
I hate all of it.
I hate being fucking dependable in this way. Hate feeling lonely. Hate that when I get attached to people that aren't you they either go out like Kyle does, or they're fucking evil like Beck. Fucking hate that I haven't had buttered popcorn for real in YEARS. Hate that you don't remember the months after the me getting space kidnapped shit. Might hate if more if you did. I mean you didn't really know after because you put up this fucking wall because 'fucking Demiurge' or whatever. And guilt or some stupid shit. You don't even know where I live. Fuck that's a whole complicated thing.
I miss David. I miss breaking into the Boneyard to make out when he should have been working. I miss tea with mom even though I hate tea.

Fuck, B, I'm just so fucking tired. I'm 24 and I'm fucking burnt out and I don't know what to do. Guess I never figured I'd live to this age? Not just back in juvie, but after. Figured superhero shit was a good way to live fast and die young. Seems pretty par for the course. And now here I am. What the fuck. I feel like I can barely remember what they look like, you know? Mom and Dad and the Kaplans and David and Cassie. She's back you know. Back home. I don't remember what she looks like.

Fuck. I should sleep. Hard to sleep when I'm like this though. Shit, I wish I could delete all that. Wish I could get drunk. Fuck.

Be careful. We've got a kinda fast cop in town and dude's already talking about arresting people who fucking did nothing wrong. And seeing as he said it to me, he might be the sort that would be a dick to you for looking like me.

Need a favor.

[This is how you introduce yourself to someone, right?]

[Backdated to Cal's return...]

Call me when you get this. I have a favor to ask.

Edited 2023-05-18 02:10 (UTC)

Dude, quick. Could you magically shoot fireballs from your eyes?

Yo, Bro. Can you come by my room. I've got a thing to run by you.

_{[Don't mind his poor texting skills. Hargrove is still learning.]}

I need your help mKing something. but its also a secret so you cNt tell ANyone. Its a smLl project I'm working on.

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After The Brick Oven Fiasco

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