the displaced; ic

DAVID HALLER:

There are too many people coming into town. I feel claustrophobic, like all these people pushing in on me.

So, hi. My name is Daisy Johnson. But I hear a lot of you already know that because I've been here like, what? Two times. Most recently I was here for almost a year. This is what I've learned from the nice people who are asking me to stay in one place and wait out 'quarantine'. Which, okay.

This is real, right? This isn't the framework. If we were friends before, I hope we can be friends again. If we were not friends before, um. Blank slate?

Do you guys hear that?

Sounds like scratching... it's underneath all the other sounds of people thinking.

Except the military people — I can't hear them anymore. Which is nice, but odd. I wonder what they're doing to block us. I didn't know that was possible.

Functioning in real life is a lot harder than a lot of these tv shows make it out to be.

Getting a job, for example. It's not that easy. I'm taking a break from literally walking door-to-door asking if anyone is hiring. The only potential place is a coffee shop. It's actually not a bad gig, considering.

I mean, I do like the smell of coffee.

TEXT MESSAGE TO DAVID HALLER:

» Where are you?
[...A few minutes later.]
» Hello?
» What's going on?
» I can't find you anywhere?
[...]

» David?

TEXT MESSAGE TO CHARLES XAVIER:

» You haven't seen David, have you?

[Posted as a live feed video. It's jumpy because he is running, and he's out of breath as he's talking. He's drenched in sweat, and obviously tired. But he's still going. Interact with him via voice texts (or video replies) and he'll reply :D]

Hey guys! It's me — David. David Haller? Anyway — goddamn it's hot out here! Anyway I'm out running, obviously. I mean, you can tell by the shaking and the sweat, right? And — *phew* I'm out of breath. Wow! I'm out of shape... I should... probably do this... more often.

The running I mean.

Apparently I've been sleepwalking.

And I don't think I've done anything during these episodes. But it would explain why I'm so tired when I wake up.

I feel bad because it wakes up Syd.

So... remedies? Cures? Anything short of tying myself down for the night would be great.