sixthiterationtexts | @everyone (un:mayor hotdog)

[ that's right, frank is reprising his old title. more for recognition than because he wants to assert any sort of authority. he just has something Important to ask everyone. he looks nervous, but it's no more than usual, if you know him. if you don't, here he is. a hobo dad with a bone to pick. he doesn't make eye contact with the feed, but one will notice him signing one-handed as he goes, like it's automatic and he doesn't even realize he's doing it. it brings that leather bracelet he always wears into focus, woven in the celtic knot for 'leader' if anyone were familiar with such things. ]

I've been here about six months now, yeah, and... I've, I've seen a lot of weird shit. [ he quirks the tiniest, lopsided smile. ] That's not really limited to this place though.

Anyway, when I came here, me and a couple other people noticed we had superpowers. Stuff we could do we couldn't before, and I never really thought there was a pattern, 'cause a lot of people say they don't have powers or if they do they've never manifested. And sometimes we get temporary stuff, like all this fire and ice shit... Well.

[ he has to clear his throat - this is already so much more than he usually says at one time. he snaps his fingers to bring out the pyrokinesis he's been honing, a lively flame dancing over his fingers. but then he's shrugging and picking back up the sign as he speaks again. if you know any type of sign language you'll recognize a few words, but that it's different from the one you're familiar with. ]

Two things: I think the abilities might be related to the colors we get. Three red scrubs I know can all do the same thing. But that's not really scientific without a bigger sampling, okay, I know, so I was thinkin'... If anyone wants to try and force 'em out, I might've figured that out too. I've seen it happen when people are in danger or really stressed out, so if we can simulate that, we can probably see if there's any merit to this theory.

If you already know what this place gave you, you could tell me what you can do and what color your watch is. I'll go first: I'm a teal scrubs and I can sense imminent danger. And if you don't know yours and this sounds like something you wanna do, I'm at House Six like usual.

Uh. Yeah, that's it. Hotdog out.

//IC EDIT AFTER THE FACT://

In light of guests I have staying for the Winter season, I'll take my meetings at South Village Fountain Park. We can head out from there if anyone wants to do something stupid.

I am NOT volunteering to attack/scare/whatever you and your friends. You guys can do that to each other and let me know what happens.

OK now that's really it back to whatever the fuck you were doing
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Yes, but not enough.

how do you know how much i sleep?

[ or don't. nevermind that it's obvious just to look at his face. ]

I can see how much you're not sleeping on your face. You look more exhausted than Matt during the trial.

there's always something to be done

And you're no use to anyone is sleep deprivation catches up. People rely on you. Look after the man they rely on.

[ he's getting a hefty case of deja vu right about now, thinking about when he was mayor. is he doing it again? taking on too much? he was supposed to be chilling the fuck out, here. or as much as possible without letting anyone starve or anything. ]

i don't want anyone to rely on me

Doesn't matter. They do. You have Kamala and she's old for her age... but she's still a child. You need to look after you. No one else can.

if you want to know the truth this is what pacing myself looks like.

[ if only foggy had known him in reims, but this really is a lackadaisical version of himself here. it doesn't mean he isn't listening, but he needs the other man to understand that he's trying. and that he appreciates him caring if he self-destructs again. ]

You need lessons on taking it easier on yourself.

Start with a regular bed time. Seriously, Castle, you need more sleep than you get. The bags under your eyes have luggage.

so i've been told.

OK counselor. i'll work on it.

It starts by trusting other people to handle some things. It won't be the way you want it done, but that doesn't matter. It will get done.

you have no idea how funny this is.

[ no really ]

look before in reims, you're right. i did everything myself because no one could do it better or wanted to. here i'm not trying to be mayor again i'm not even really trying to be useful. i just help on the edges and point out shit like this when i can't be quiet anymore. i guess i'm just really bad at doing fuck all.

Look, I realise you're working hard at... not working hard.

Try aiming for a good night's sleep three out of seven nights. Be 'good night' I mean going to bed, possibly with animals for warmth and companionship, and let yourself just be. Even if you can't sleep, you'll be resting and relaxing. If you know meditation, I strongly recommend it.

didn't take you for a hippie. fine. i already said i'd try.

[ translation: thanks for giving a shit. ]

I cut off my hair and bought expensive suits, I'm like, the opposite of a hippy. But I also lived with Matt for years, and he's big on meditation.

he meditates?

[ then why is he still like that??? ]

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