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TELEGRAM FROM @mad-hunts READS: barton sighed underneath his breath as he very carefully stuck a needle beneath tenma's skin near his eyebrow (bevel up), only to inject the anesthesia inside as quickly as possible — the doctor pulling the needle out once he was done and holding his glove to the site afterwards to apply pressure. it was unfortunate that tenma had to get hurt for him to begin wondering whether he was working too hard; but hey, he himself could remember working too hard during residency for sure, so he wasn't judging. barton was just concerned for tenma as a colleague. ❝ you know... in the future, dr. tenma, you really ought to give yourself more breaks during the week. maybe you should even consider going on a short vacation? because if you keep on going like this, doctor, i fear you may not only put the integrity of your work at risk but your own patients. ❞ barton paused as he pondered the thought himself, which made him grimace, because if you were putting your patients at risk... that was a good way for the board to look into what you were doing and possibly have your license revoked. ❝ and i don't think you need me to tell you how bad that could be. so, please do something about how much you've been working. ❞

Kenzou chuckles weakly. "Do you take breaks, Doctor Mathis?" A few bruises, nothing major. That's what Kenzou tells himself right up to the point of contact with the needle. A deep gash runs along his temple to the edge of his brow bone. His leg must look worse but from Barton's expression, he can imagine the kaleidoscope of blues and reds and purples to be found in a few hours, when the blood seeps to the surface from all the tiny vessels snapped from his fall. Just a few more minutes until Kenzou had to leave but he had to attend to another patient. Compulsive? Very possible. There were minimal mishaps but he can admit when there any at all. Where he should have been more careful. It's manageable. He can handle it and he almost says a much but—but Barton.

The thing is? Kenzou has no doubts about the board looking into his file about this incident if they weren't already keeping tabs. Since Germany, and all the stories and rumors and paper trail died down, he would say it's been relatively good since then. Not stellar, and Gotham left much to be desired but Kenzou could function like a normal doctor without someone questioning him based on a series of unfortunate events that sound just the right side of insane to not be believed. Patience here were a bit cruel and the city had such an air of... of what he couldn't name it. But he felt a dull ache at the back of his head whenever the sirens blared, only because they'd been reverberating throughout the city at all hours of the day. If he didn't hear the tell tale sound he knows he'll deal with the fallout later in his domain—whether that should be a comfort to him is grounds for another panic, but when Barton presses against that dull ache, he winces and it pulls him back.

"Thank you for patching me up, I'm so—I don't think I have the coordination to do it myself." He neglects to say tired because, really, if he can take a short nap it should be fine right? At least until another bench frees up in the break room, then he'll sleep rather soundly for another thirty minutes. Obviously, to anyone in the hospital, Kenzou should've been home a day or two ago, but duty calls on him more times than he can admit. The guilt does too. Though he'd rather not dwellon that.

"My patients are never at risk Doctor, you know that." Kenzou sighs, leaning back against the reclined half of the hospital bed. His toes graze the metal stool jutting out the bed, hands pointedly in his lap to keep from doing something stupid like play with the hem of Barton's shirt. "I'll be... I'll try to rest a little more. I'm sorry. Though, knowing this place, are you certain those vacation days aren't just for show?" He tries to laugh but the pain fires off again, dampening his expression. And mood.

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TELEGRAM FROM @yeonban READS: Δ = tobias playing with nina's hair while she's trying to talk . ( i'm sorry he finds her reactions amusing asf 😭 #ragebaiter )

In a time of incredible peril, Nina concludes it wasn't the best idea to include Tobias in her errands. After their last meeting, she's sure the undercurrent of uneasy and humiliation will last a lifetime. Who thinks of going steady after the suggestion of a date? There aren't much to do in the shop now that he's made it impossible for her to maintain the illusion of cute, mysterious cashier—a title her friends have enjoyed using while hanging out more often than she thinks is necessary. She isn't really complaining about the company, in the attempt to juggle various shopping bags and folded cardboard boxes, it paid to have a strapping young man—just an extra hand really. It's been a drag lately having to pick up most of the logistics behind work, almost to the point where if the manager did drop off the face of the earth it would have been months ago without her knowledge. Her fingers grow weary with how heavy the bags are, the string digs into them leaving angry red lines when she sets them down.

"I know it's probably boring," Nina says, "but I need to make sure we're taking it to the right office." She fumbles, a bit frustrated at how twisted the straps her on her shoulder, finally fishing a burner phone from her purse. Nina gestures Tobias to a stray seat from an outside lounging area of a cafe. Hopefully no one says anything because it's absolutely not the time. As the phone rings, she casts Tobias a weary look. Before she can say anything however, the line picks up with a suspicious (very clear) low thumping base and chatter. She fumes silently, doing her best to remain polite despite the way her leg bounces.

In the mix of pleasantries and the effort she musters to make sure her voice has no infliction of anger, she feels a tug at her scalp. Nina's head snaps to Tobias, slapping his hand away immediately. A reflex, which she admonishes with a redder face than when they rushed for the train an hour ago. She holds a finger to her lips, mouth forming a 'shh', flustered when her manager asks her a question.

"Y-Yes, I can definitely pick that up on the way—" Nina yelps.

How she wants to swipe the smirk from his face, though perhaps that would be a bit much. She feels his fingers work their way through the strands locked under all the baggage around her and gets through the call without tearing either of their heads off. But as always, her annoyance holds a lighter tone despite how strained she sounds when she says, "Tobias, is there something—do you want to maybe eat now?" Are you trying to get me fired? "I-I'll treat you of course, you've helped me so much today... Though you—I don't have taste quite like yours so we can go somewhere that suits you."

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TELEGRAM FROM @yeonban READS: maybe he's having a bad day. / Tobias for Grimmer! He's looking to gauge Grimmer's opinion on murderers based on his/their morals or lack thereof

For Wolfgang, it's not about the blood or volume of viscera caking the concrete path. It's even about the profile he can piece to them. The little photocard clipped under a stack of paper outlining everything, from mild inconvenience to undoubted evil. It's more about the way he can see it them, like a phantom pain from a cut limb, he can see them. He swears they'll focus in view one day and jump right out to grab him. To drag him down to the only retribution he knows he deserves. They'll be waiting for him anyway, but in the land of the living Wolfgang swears as the day is long that all of the people he's murdered to this point are watching him fumble through life. Ah, it's better this way, his mind supplies endlessly. It's better that he thinks about them in small doses everyday than have the memories worm into the parts of Steiner he can't parse yet—

His thumb glides through the sweat dripping from his chin, the exertion of a mere two miles to beat his personal best, he feels a little embarrassed. Normally it would be encouraging? No, that's not the right word, more freeing? Indicative of his age and how far he's come since... then. That he has to do these things to feel the same thrill and sense of urgency is a damn good thing.

Wolfgang peddles a few steps to his bag, brand new and could probably be mistaken for a college student's (he's been pretty excited about it because of how trendy it looks). The water bottle (also brand new) is immediately emptied of all it's contents. A relief like no other. The combination of all these things, coupled with the ear phones connected to his real phone, Wolfgang is just extremely happy through random moments of the day because of things new gadgets. Which is why he doesn't shut Tobias down as quickly. The audio from his earphones muffled with the last half step on the jogging trail, but he heard enough of the mumbling to have an opinion. And he had enough experience with said opinion to know it deserves a proper answer. One that isn't floating through the air near nosey students and elderly doing tai chi.

"Au contraire! You and your probing may see a date from me this morning." Wolfgang says, dripping with sugar. "Of course that depends on Mister Bigshot's ability to speak with us commonfolk in a normal setting." The high stakes of Tobias's world amuse Wolfgang, but he's not crazy. One look at him near a casino and people can more or less assume his naivety in the way he walks. He attempted it to see if his hunch was correct; a night flouncing about, just curious. Even with the intent of being a simple bystander, he can't help but let it all sweep him away.

Of course it didn't end up making a dent in his finances and because of the aforementioned man, wasn't dealt with in his pursuit to play with pay. "I'd send you my address, but I assume you already know the color of my couch, so please invite yourself in before I regret saying those words!"

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TELEGRAM FROM @nezumivc103221 READS: for Wolfgang: ursa major: what are the character traits that define you the most? draco: what is the thing you like least about yourself? lacerta: what is the thing you like most about yourself? aldebaran: what is your most obnoxious interest? comet: you have the chance to undo one thing or decision in your life, would you take it? If you are comfortable sharing: what did you change?

Wolfgang sits, perched on the window sill of the library. It's been ages since he's worn a suit, a real one that fits him nicely and makes him look more like the polished young man he once was. He doesn't slouch, but his shoulders are relaxed when looking down to the street below. "I don't think its any secret that I have... a strong appearance." Wolfgang's mouth crests with a glint in his eyes. His hand comes to rub the stubble forming—ah—not as clean a cut as he thought. To accentuate the point, he tilts his head down to peer at the interviewer through his eyelashes. "I am no slouch as the Americans say."

His eyes widen a fraction at the next question. "Hard to say, there are so many things. I'm a bit lazy when work slows down and I do linger in places I shouldn't—more than being a journalist, of course. I'm very nosy!" He chuckles to himself, wondering if it's appropriate to list all the other traits. It isn't necessarily shameful to admit now, yet the wounds run deep still, and his heart isn't up to the task of laying itself bare to someone he's never met. There are caveats. He's not opposed to putting out information regarding interrogations he's done, the psychological impacts of his espionage. The way the body reacts to certain drugs, certain words, certain actions.

But, the personal tragedy of his past life; the death of his son and the inability to shed a tear for him as the casket lowered. Would anyone admit this out loud? On the flip side—"I do think most of those negatives can be seen good in certain circumstances. To enjoy life unabashedly is something I'm most proud of."

INTERMISSION. While Wolfgang does wonder about, he doesn't have any hobbies that are obnoxious. I'd say he's willing to try a lot of them, but none that can't be done on the move really stick. It's possible writing short columns can get in the way of the locals; most of the time he's writing about corruption or seedy individuals. He's got a very sharp eye for it. Though, it's a way to make money so categorize it more as a career choice.

Wolfgang is once again taken by the boldness of such inquiries into his personal life. It's not uncommon however, to find people wanting the juicier parts of the story before warming them up with small, innocent conversation. Must be a sign of the times, he thinks. He parts his lips with a gasp to answer, hesitating. "That would imply I'd want to change the way things are now." His words are tentative, and the low melody of regret weaves into the following admission. "I don't want to change anything from the past. Not that I don't have any regrets, everyone does. But the life I live now..."

I can't see it. He wants to say. For his parents to be loving and caring and raise him into a proper man. To be wed to a woman with good social standing, embark on an ambitious career (something safe, something normal). To have a child—his son, or daughter even. One could spend time with, to pour his soul into. To love immensely and not have to bury them so soon. To die with a guilt free conscience. It's been at the back of his mind for a while, yet it remains half buried, covered in soil with a dusty residue. Like buried treasure that holds a greater, darker secret underneath all its riches. His mind so desperately wants, craves the impossible life of a normal man, but rarely do people get their most coveted desires.

"All roads lead home! Who's to say I would not hold even more regret if I changed something and it ended up worse than before?" A sigh of relief. The clouds part, letting the sun's rays shine thrown the frosted edges of the window. "But, no sense in thinking about the past! When all is said and done the only things that matter are within our control in the present."

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TELEGRAM FROM @lured-into-wonderland READS: If you could change one thing about rp on tumblr, what would it be? Why?

I would definitely want there to be more people. I don't know if this counts as a change, but if there are more people, there are more opportunities to find threads and do events. It used to be fun when there were triple the amount of RPers, dash games were also super big around that time. Now the RPC is a little skinny and most of my partners all operate in the same sphere. I like variety so a bigger pool of people is my greatest wish.

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TELEGRAM FROM @crimestruck READS: 22. what would make you block someone ? 36. what’s one thing that other people seem to hate that doesn’t bother you ?

I don't block people. Tumblr is so vast and I'm so nonchalant that an unfollow is perfectly fine. If they do an egregious amount of ooc posts, that's a definite unfollow. I won't not RP with you, but I want to see what everyone is up to. If they do callouts and vague posting as well. There's some nuance there; if you do callouts once or twice and I deem the awareness pretty sound (i.e. this person is a notorious nuisance or dangerous potentially) I'll leave it alone. If it happens for some... innocuous grievances I'm more likely to unfollow but again, I'll still RP with you. The only issue with the last bit is that sometimes you might get roped in and I think that actually might be a situation I full on block and go private.

To preface I don't have a lot of triggers. Mature themes don't bother me and if I'm being honest the RPC on Tumblr (and in general) is very tame. I've never had anything graze my limits and I highly doubt it'll ever happen. Outside of that can of worms, blog hopping is a huge issue I see people mention. I had it happen like 4-5 times with some people I follow and it literally didn't change anything about anything. Maybe if you blog hopped consistently every two weeks the threads would be a pain to keep up with, but those people don't usually RP long enough for it to matter. Unprompted second thing that I don't think people even care about anymore was multimuse blogs that had 20+ muses. I think the way it was advertised probably turned people off but there's nothing wrong with saying you'd RP X amount of characters. I like that flexibility and sometimes writing the same character gets a bit stale. Which is why I've got three different blogs with three different vibes so I don't burn out so fast.

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TELEGRAM FROM @fairyethia READS: What current rp trend do you hate?

I wouldn't say I hate any current RP trends. Hate's a pretty strong word. They're all fun to me so I'm often wondering where we go from here. xD Something difficult for me (legally blind) was the double small text and the /sub/ /sup/, but I just didn't write with them. Eventually when enough people were doing it I'd use Microsoft Edge at 200% to see the words so there's always work arounds.

One thing I don't like that... I mean, I guess it's a trend, is that people put a lot of stake in presentation over the actual quality of writing, but that's neither something that effects me now or anything I feel will bother me personally in the future. It's fun to do edits, graphics, spruce up the blog I sort of grew up with some rpers here and they follow trends pretty minimally. I quickly noticed it had more to do with certain fandoms that attracted a younger base (which, kids will be kids at the end of the day xD) so I know who to avoid and where I'm likely to be well received.