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[the_horror]

[This is the Inbox of one Ben Hargreeves. Alive and well. Hopefully that is.]

[Please leave a message if he doesn't answer right away!]

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[obediences]

[ The fact that he can, at any moment, decide to grab his communicator and send a casual message to his Dead Brother Ben is... still a lot to process. And Luther can't help that nagging feeling that Number One should be doing something more, something bigger with all these opportunities, but. He's also weary, and ready to let the heroing thing rest for a little bit. Instead, he's talking to people on the network and learning stuff about the world they've landed in, and for one of them, the first person who comes to mind is Ben— ]

Hey. Have you heard of these things called "escape rooms"?

May 30 - text;

[hellogoodhigh]

bro i need an out like now
guy i've been hooking up with's roomie wants us to eat breakfast together
we are not that serious
it is awkward
please give me a fake emergency to respond to i'm begging u

backdated to July 15; text;

[hellogoodhigh]

hey bro
r u alive
b/c i don't think i am anymore
fuck i am ddrunk

Action-ish (backdated to before the swear-in)

[bookshopped]

[Because Ben is a nice guy who was also nice enough to help get rid of those bad plant-killing crystals when he was a bit laid up, Ben is getting a souvenir from Aziraphale and Crowley's recent trip to Paris.

So he'll find in a little brown bag left on his doorstep a book (in English but stamped specifically from Shakespeare and Company) that appears to be a detailed travel guide to Paris and the lesser known sights to see, given their earlier talk of travel. The note with is is simple. 'You really should visit Paris! - Aziraphale']

text;

[justaddh2o]

Have you got any plans on the 14th?

untraceable text

[maskormods]

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12/ 9, around 2:00 AM

[hellogoodhigh]

[ Something wasn't right.

It was more than just the pervasive fear that keeps creeping up his spine, grasping ahold of his nerves as if to flay them- that's nothing new. Not the cold sweat as he hears the same distorted music, the whir of the helicopter blades, the sound of roaring fires and breaking bombs set to the soundtrack of a symphony.

No, that's relatively normal when he finds himself in the dark hours, reliving waking horrors that he's usually been lead out of by remembering to breathe, to find something solid, listening to Ben's voice- which is why he fumbles with his phone as he tries to ignore the spectre that doesn't belong there, like a wretched ink blot spilled across his psyche, dragging him farther down. ]

hey are u up
i need help getting home
i think someone spiked my drink

dads here

Delivery | December 25

[desmodusdraculae]

[Merry Christmas, Ben! Kirk has sent along a series of poorly wrapped gifts. In one is a Cthulhu plush, in the second is a book on how to be a good boyfriend, and in the third is a laser tag set.]