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No one has been inside an empty room.

[Willow looks exhausted when the video opens - there's been plenty of reasons to have a hard time sleeping in Trench, and a small part of it has to do with her blood type. She looks very much like she hasn't slept in days.]

Hey, um. I wanted to check in and see how you were settling.

Have you tried, uh, casting any spells yet?

[ There's a gift bag left on John's doorstep - a dusty bottle of whiskey and a scribbled note. ]

You're only allowed to drink it with me.

xo

Sara

[Wrapped up in a bright red and white box is a plate of bought snowflake cookies and a men's black leather gloves.

Attached is a note with a little rabbit doodle:]

Happy Holidays!
Love,
Usagi

[Usagi is contacting literally all of Clockhouse because it is not outside of the possibility for Maul to threaten AFTER he's done something.]

John-san, are... you're all safe? No one's hurt? [She's not going to apologize to John for what Maul did cause she already knows that would go over as well as a lead balloon.]

Is there anything I can do to help?

[Some things still need to be done in person, and like back on John's birthday in May, Willow finds herself braving the danger to turn up on his doorstep instead of just shooting him a message.

This time it isn't quite such a cheerful visit, though, and she knocks sharply on the door, keeping her eyes open for any sign of trouble.]

John? John, are you home?

John, where are you?

( It's been some months since Rose first showed up at the occult shop, brand new to this place and wide-eyed, her daughter's name tumbling desperately from her lips. Pleading with everyone she came across — Have you seen a little girl?

She's found her. Her little girl. (Not so little anymore, but still Rose's baby, always her baby.) And it's been so strange and surreal and beautiful and frightening. Rose has been handling it on her own well enough (though the dark circles under her eyes might suggest many sleepless, worried nights), but she's beginning to think she needs... help. Needs to make more connections with others here. She's wary to trust the natives of this place, but she's learned there are many Sleepers who seem knowledgeable on the supernatural. The blond-haired man with the strong accent and the shop full of otherworldly things is one of them. She'd also seen what happened with him on Maul's network post, and he clearly has some bite to him. Those are the kinds of people she needs.

So Rose seeks him out again, stepping up to his shop to let herself in, hands tucked into her coat pockets. She takes a moment to walk around, looking at the variety of strange items he has here, and leans in to look at something in a jar with her head tilted slightly. ....Then she starts lifting her hand as though to pick the jar up; clearly Rose isn't shy about getting her hands into things... )

John,

Recently found out you and Herc are here. Heard it's been dicey on your end, reach out next time, would have helped.

Chuck and I are getting married. Day after tomorrow at 2pm, our farm in Feed. There's a lamp location at the gate.

It would mean a lot if you and Herc could make it for the bonding ceremony. BBQ after.

If you can't, that's fine, but we wanted you to know.

[A few hours after Maul's latest meltdown on the network, Varian headed into the city proper- once he'd made Fern was as good as he possibly good be and was taken care of. He had someone else in this mess to talk to, as well, and he figured it would be better in person.

So John's getting a visitor to his shop today. Varian looks tired, ragged around the edges- he's been trying to recover from his corruption and this has put a strain on him all over again. He definitely didn't need this today.]

Uh, hey John. You got a minute?

[After Savage had carried his brother's legless body to where it needed to go for repairs, he hadn't stayed to watch over Maul. He felt like he was angrier than Maul was about this whole transgression. That anger had to go somewhere, and he was getting pissed off he was constantly on the side-lines.]

If we cross paths, I will tear your legs off.

[After Tara, John is the first person she reaches out to once Willow gets settled into her room. It's tempting to just go to sleep, but she does not want to leave him wondering or worrying after her for another night.

It's been a full ten days since her death, and while she doesn't remember much about how it works in this world, she knows the standard in Deerington was a week.

She looks and sounds exhausted when the video flickers on, but it's more emotional exhaustion than physical. It's been a very long few days.]

John? It's me. I'm back. I'm okay.

un: trienemybest; text - 3am early september

Video; UN: Willow

Holiday Delivery

Christmas Delivery

Video; UN: Cuddlebunny

Action!

text; un: quibbler

action — John's shop.

text; un: R.BECKET 21st Feb

Action;

Voice; un: ...

Early March, video;