[open]

[ghostlocked]

Who: Harlan Halliday, Newt Geiszler, and whoever else
What: Catch-all log for post-Deserted reunions/September
Where: All around town
When: In the days following the Deserted event/whenever in September
Warnings: Probably some mentions of suicide/self harm in some threads. I'll cw tags accordingly.

I'll be doing closed starters for some folks I've plotted with ahead of time, but if anyone wants to hit up Harlan or Newt (either to check up on them after Deserted or just in general), go for it! I've put up individual headers for them.

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closed to hayden

[completelycrazy]

[Seems like the town is back to normal. Cool. So it was an event, it seems. Dick move, gods.

Newt would super love his salamander back, though. Semiyon had Beep Beep, so she's back in her cage, safe and sound, but Chimney is nowhere to be found... And Newt has a suspicion as to his whereabouts. Problem is, finding Hayden requires monster hunting skills way beyond his ability. Here's hoping he'll answer his phone.]

Hey, kid! It's Newt. Did you take my—uh, Chimney? Do you know where he's at?

[demonsional]

[Hayden screams when his phone rings. Newt doesn't get to hear that part, but I feel like it's important enough to note. Fumbling, he manages to catch the call in time after first running in a panicked and confused circle, and then takes a deep breath.]

I have the package!

[completelycrazy]

[Newt tilts his head away from the phone as Hayden is suddenly screaming at full volume. Great!]

Wait, really?

[He... somehow didn't expect it to be this easy, but he's glad that it is.

...Well.]

You're talking about the salamander, right?

[JUST CHECKING.]

Where are you?

[demonsional]

I'm talking about...

[The sentence stops. There's a moment of dead air, and it's hard to say if he got confused or just distracted and forgot what they were talking about. Or maybe both?]

Where are you?

[Just parroting the question right back at ya, Newt.]

I will come to where that is!

[completelycrazy]

Uh, I'm at the lab. You know where that is?

[A beat.]

How are you carrying him around? You're not using your hands, right?

[Oh god.]

[demonsional]

Yes!

[It's where he watched you sleeping, after all. But, let's not talk about that, haha. The call drops, and without warning Hayden appears in midair, falling down onto the nearest workspace and, uh, hopefully not breaking anything. He has the salamander traveling case cradled in his arms, and he's wearing the heat-resistant gloves.]

Sometimes I learn when a thing causes me suffering!

[completelycrazy]

Good... Good.

[Sort of? At least the kid knows better than to pick up a salamander barehanded. That's a significant step in the right direction.]

Okay, well, meet me here, but be careful if you're gonna do that teleporting thing. There's lots of breakable stuff in here.