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[cachemoney]

[Fiona is a little out of breath, like she just hustled very quickly away from somewhere. Which she did, but that's neither here nor there. The background behind her is some innocuous wood panelling; she's in a house.]

Okay. So. Crunch time. Things are getting nuts out there, if you didn't notice. We are gonna wind up super screwed if we don't hop to figuring out what the hell to do.

[She holds up a vial. It has some alien writing on it, as well as a familiar symbol on the label.]

We found this inside the hospital. A shit-ton of them, actually. So who wants to find out what Zymandis asshole is responsible for this mess and beat an antidote out of them?



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[strictdiscipline]

Then what should I know?

[Her eyes are clear, sharp. If they're meant to be a team, she ought to at least understand her fellow teammates better.]

[moneyballer]

[He's a bit puzzled by her request. Why is she asking such personal questions? Not everybody's cool with airing out their dirty laundry in public, not even him.

Especially not him.]

I don't know if I can say.

[Or if he wants to.]

But I do know that we need to get to the bottom of this. And if that means roughin' somebody up a little, I'm game.

[strictdiscipline]

Can't say or won't say?

[Either way it's tiring; she's tired of people keeping secrets and toeing around the truth, justifiable or not. (But nothing about the current situation is helping in the slightest.)

He is right about one thing though: they all need to focus and get to the bottom of this.]

Have you ever roughed anyone up before?

[No offense buddy, but you look kinda squishy.]

[moneyballer]

[He is soft, there's no denying that.

Being sensitive has its ups and downs. His emotions are what tether him to people despite the enormous amount of privilege he's enjoyed growing up, but they also make him vulnerable in many ways, as he is quick to follow his heart instead of thinking things through.

Asher looks at Riza, the guilt and anxiety weighing on him before he considers answering her question.]

I have, yeah.

[The words are uttered quickly, as if he wishes to dodge the subject.]

I just don't wanna talk about it, if that's okay.

There are a lotta eyes on me already, and with everything that's goin' down...

I'd rather not, y'know?