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[Wake-up spam for Allison]

[It's slow, coming back into himself in a gradual way that feels almost like a normal wake up except it feels like he's coming from deeper down and he doesn't really feel rested at all. In the haze of fading unconsciousness, his senses are wide open, taking everything in, and he smells her before he even really stirs or opens his eyes.]

Allison? [His voice is husky and cracks a little. It's been a while since he spoke.]

[Warden spam for Mickey]

[He could have sent his inmate a message but he feels like he owes him a visit in person. Allison mentioned he'd been kind of freaked by the coma, and Isaac feels acutely guilty about it even if it really wasn't anything he could have controlled or changed. Mickey's his friend as well as his inmate and he doesn't want to let him down. So he's up, he's awake, and he's here knocking on Ian's cabin door.]

[Open spam for ~anyone~]

[After seeing Mickey, Isaac goes to check on Scott. It sucks to wake up to find his alpha has just fallen into a coma. Is there a limit on how many werewolves can be awake at once or something now? He visits Scott's room on Level 1 then heads back down to his own on Level 5 to get some stuff to take back there. Scott got him the house key and changed his cabin to include Isaac's room at Christmas, and now seems like a good time to move in, so he can keep an eye on him.

That done, he heads for the dining hall to grab some food, then the deck, where he wanders sort of restlessly until he decides to head into the Enclosure for some exercise. He feels all stiff and weird, sort of tired but unwilling to go back to bed yet, considering that he's been lying in one for weeks. Exercise, simulated nature-- they seem like the best option here.]


[Public video, later]

Hey, uh. [He gives the camera a little wave, looking sort of awkward and sheepish. It's not like he wanted to fall into a magical coma for like a month.] I guess I'm awake now. I didn't miss any exciting escape attempts or anything, right?

Oh yeah-- [He grabs a thick book and holds it up to the camera. It's the works of Shakespeare, which apparently the Admiral decided to leave in his room even though he was in a coma.]

Who left their Shakespeare book in my room?

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[americasdirtiest]

[With the exception of his warden's absence, things have actually been pretty great for Mickey lately: Ian's doing good, Chris and Cassel are back to normal, no one's died or disappeared on him lately except for the coma thing... He's feeling pretty good right now.

Which doesn't necessarily manifest right away. There's a long pause when Isaac knocks, and then he can hear Mickey's voice from somewhere distantly within, yelling get the damn door! But there's no audible reply, and after another pause, he can hear his inmate's familiarly heavy footfalls approaching. When Mickey opens the door, he's wet-haired and grumbling irritably under his breath.]

Fuckin' slippery little-- hey.

[He brightens instantly, his happy surprise and relief obvious enough that he'd probably be embarrassed by it if he could see himself. He grins broadly and pushes the door open for Isaac -- even if he also punches him lightly on the arm on his way in.]

When the fuck did you get back?

[Spam]

[freezerburns]

[It's nice - like, really nice - to see Mickey look so relieved and pleased to see him; he grins in return. They're friends, even with the warden-inmate thing making it awkward, and it's cool to get confirmation of it. He steps in, with a little 'hey' of surprise as Mickey punches his arm.]

Woke up like half an hour ago, I haven't even checked the network or anything yet.

[You're his first stop, Mickey. :v]

[Spam]

[americasdirtiest]

Seriously?

[On the one hand, that is unexpected and, actually, really cool to hear. On the other hand--]

I pro'lly would have stopped to get laid first, man.

[Spam]

[freezerburns]

Maybe that's why you're the inmate here, no sense of responsibility.

[He says it lightly, just kidding around. He'd woken up with Allison in his bed and he had at least taken time for cuddles before coming over to find his inmate.]

Anyway, I'm gonna need food before I'm up for that. Sleeping for weeks, you think you'd come out of it with more energy.

[Spam]

[americasdirtiest]

Yeah? You wanna go grab something?

[He pushes his wet hair back from his forehead and wrinkles his nose.]

Ian ran off somewhere while I was in the shower, probably literally, so I guess I'm free.

[Where once he might have been anxious about his absence, though, he seems pretty calm now. There's no spike in his heartbeat, nothing different in his breathing; and if there's any worry in his scent, it's mild compared to what it was, like, 24/7 not that long ago.]

[Spam]

[freezerburns]

[So Ian's the slippery little whatever. That's one question answered. He's glad to see Mickey doesn't actually seem worried about it at all, or at least not in any kind of major way.]

Sounds good. How's Ian going? And, like, everything else too.

[He shakes his head a little ruefully.]

Guess I'm gonna be playing catch up for a while.

[Spam]

[americasdirtiest]

Ian's great, man. Ian's fine.

[He hesitates, because the only person he'd needed to say this to before was Iris, but even though he hasn't actually read his own file, he has to assume...

He shakes his head and heads out the door, nodding for Isaac to follow, heading for the dining hall.]

Listen, I dunno what it says in there about why I came up here in the first place, but I'm pretty sure we were wrong about it.