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w23, d2

[spartansneverdie]

CONTACT: 034@compass.net
MESSAGE: joan?
how are you?

[babysit]

[ It's still strange to her, seeing notes from "034" and knowing that it's Sam. Why "034" and not his name, she's not wholly sure beyond simple identification, some military function rather than civilian. In either case, it makes her vague uncomfortable. He was Sam not a number to her. Joan wonders sometimes if he'd agree. ]

Hi, Sam. Everything ok? I'm just still trying to get my head around things.

[spartansneverdie]

if you need help you can call me.
that's what i'm here for.

i'm ok.
i was wondering if you could help me.

sometime earlyish during wk22 idk pick a day

[mouthshut]

CONTACT: jacob.keyes@compass.net
MESSAGE: You're the doctor that looked at the newest Spartan aboard, right?

( d 3 )

[babysit]

[ O—kay. This was new. But given her last conversation with a Spartan, she's not entirely surprised. ]

I've had previous medical training. And I did give Sam a look, yes.

o7

[mouthshut]

I'm Commander Jacob Keyes [The first name is important, there's two of them around...] the present acting commander for all UNSC personnel presently here. I also have no medical training, I couldn't have done what you did and I'd like to thank you for that.

w23 ; day 7 ; this inbox is spartan country now

[thisisspartaaaaaaaan]

CONTACT: 117@compass.net
MESSAGE: ... Were you the one that did this? (this being that he's woken up with sutures and bandages all around.)

they're the only people who want to talk to joan :c

[babysit]

Clarify "this"?

that's because they know how awesome she is.

[thisisspartaaaaaaaan]

(If she had patched him up, she would know what he was talking about.)

Nothing.

after that post

[thekiller]

dear joan

today our mutual friend master chief has threatened me with a knife because i was talking to his mother. he further insisted that "no-one will ever find the body" and was willing to cover up his crimes despite the fact that he and i have shared each other's joy and happiness for too long. as a last resort he has also spoken of his desires to make you an accomplice to this murder, saying that you would be "understanding" of this particular crime. please take caution as he is still mentally unstable in ways that perhaps yoga will never be able to solve.

sincerely

wesley gibson

AFTER THAT POST.

[thisisspartaaaaaaaan]

TO: joan.watson@compass.net
FROM: 117@compass.net
DATE/TIME: Week 24, Day 2
SUBJECT: Wesley Gibson

MESSAGE:

Joan;
As I am sure that you're aware, Wesley Gibson has probably emailed you a false document regarding a conversation we were having on deck. I want to assure you that Mr. Gibson has a history of lying and manipulation, especially when it regards slandering my name. Despite his open hostility, he is at worst, the equivalent to a small pet that continues to bite your ankles.

Our time together has been joyless and tedious, at best. He is a liar, and the only reason why he believes we are friends is that I tolerate him far more than an average person should.

Master Chief Petty Officer Spartan-117.

minutes later

[thekiller]

dear joan

as you are hopefully aware our mutual friend master chief has sent you a libelous document regarding his unwarranted analysis of my psychology. do not believe his falsehoods and fairy tales. there is a greater concern here in that the master chief has apparently suffered some big fucking concussion as he describes our time, no doubt, as joyless and depressing. that is so not true. this brand of snobbery and denial won't absolve him from the fact that he enjoys hitting people in the dick and commissioning hapless scientists on board for grenades that he can use against unsuspecting civilians in the name of 'spartan training'. this puts strain in his relationships with his boyfriend, named isaac, and his girlfriend, ms. cortana. as you can tell it is very difficult to have relations with a man who puts his prometheans in front and center of all his interactions with people and furthermore does not know how to let go of his guns when it is necessary, such as when a friend asks for them. as you can see this delusion cannot go on and though you suggested yoga perhaps it might be necessary for a greater intervention, such as telling him to remain at the bottom of the sea.

sincerely


wesley gibson

minutes later.

[thisisspartaaaaaaaan]

TO: joan.watson@compass.net
FROM: 117@compass.net
DATE/TIME: Week 24, Day 2
SUBJECT: Wesley Gibson

MESSAGE:

Joan,
I know you are fond of the word "boundaries", so I'll be brief. Wesley Gibson does not understand that stealing another person's COMPASS and reading a message violates that boundary. As you are aware, I do not appreciate it when people come and violate my privacy. And I am quite aware, Wesley, that you are watching me write this.

It is a pity that you are small, and tiny, and you can't reach me at this height.

Furthermore, anything mentioning the word "Prometheans" is classified information. Mr. Gibson seems to be delusional in his skill of bending bullets, and thinks that it extends even to plasma based weaponry, used by an ancient civilization that went extinct almost a ten millenniums ago and can incinerate any organism on contact.

I would highly suggest that you become his sober companion, only for his own good.

Master Chief Petty Officer, Spartan-117.

w24 ; day 4.

[thisisspartaaaaaaaan]

In exchange for yoga, I'll be teaching you how to handle fire arms.

[babysit]

[ Hello to you too, Chief. ]

Will you.

[thisisspartaaaaaaaan]

Yes.

w 25 , day 2

[thisisspartaaaaaaaan]

CONTACT: 117@compass.net
MESSAGE: Be on standby.

[babysit]

How bad is it?

[thisisspartaaaaaaaan]

Just be careful.

[spartansneverdie]

CONTACT: 034@compass.net
MESSAGE: Status, Joan?

[babysit]

Hi, Joan. How are you?
Just fine, Sam. Yourself?

[thisisspartaaaaaaaan]

CONTACT: 117@compass.net
MESSAGE: Thank you.

[babysit]

It's what any decent person would do.

(w26, day 3.)

[thisisspartaaaaaaaan]

CONTACT: 117@compass.net
MESSAGE: Do you feel sick?

[babysit]

I beg your pardon?