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[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?



[ ooc. PS, maya, hanzo, and mccree might show up in your threads. feel free to threadjack as well! ]

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[McCree is being very astute right now; she's stressed out and worried, and she'd hoped to get more people rallying behind her on this. Not to have to listen to conspiracy theories and people being frustratingly calm -- and in some cases, flippant -- about the whole situation.

She doesn't tense up under McCree's hand. Instead, her posture sags a little, like it's a heavy weight.] I don't... no, I'm fine. I feel like my head's going to explode, but I'm fine.

[flashbanging]

[ He rubs her shoulder with his good hand, gently digging his thumb against the tight muscles. ]

You sure? Ain't good for the heart to keep things locked up, y'know.

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[She almost laughs, but having her shoulder touched like that feels so amazing that she winds up just kind of breathing out hard instead.

She's quiet for a second, and when she answers him, she keeps her voice low. She trusts McCree well enough, but she's not so sure she wants Maya or Hanzo to overhear.] Rhys is sick.

[flashbanging]

Ah, hell.

[ He sighs, giving her shoulder another therapeutic squeeze. ]

I'm real sorry to hear that. How far along is he? How's he feelin'?

[ A pause, and he adds -- ]

And is there anything I can do?

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[She shrugs a little, faintly.] Not unless you're secretly a genius at biology.

But... it's hard to tell. He's hungry all the time and aggressive. [She can't pinpoint exactly when he contracted it, but it must have been early. Which means they're running out of time, and fast.] I'm just so goddamn worried, I can't-- I don't want him to leave me.

[flashbanging]

Naw. Ain't no scientist, ain't no doc.

[ He knows a real good one, though, and he's sure wishing she were here right now. McCree keeps on with the massage, figuring it's the least he can do. ]

I hear you. And I know it's hard to have faith, especially after listenin' to so much mess. But folks are working on this. They're gonna get something. You just got to trust in it, as best you can.

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[It's helping. All the contact she's had lately has been hugging Rhys to keep him from being a little bitch, which doesn't leave much room for relaxation.

She's quiet for a second, her voice still low when she answers.] I'm really not used to relying on people. Besides my sister. It... would be easier if I could do anything to help. But I'm just sitting here.

[flashbanging]

[ Rub, rub ... ]

I didn't have a soul outside of myself for a real long time. Then I got a family, or something like it, for a little while. It wasn't easy comin' to think of'em that way, and it sure made things harder when I had to skip out. But I don't regret it. Folks will surprise you, if you put the time in.

[ He grins as he leans forward, over her shoulder. ]

Sometimes for the better. Sometimes not. Still worth it.

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[She's kind of waiting for Rhys or Hanzo to flip out over how handsy McCree is being -- it's not a sexy backrub, but still. She's noticed they're both, like, stupidly jealous.

She rolls her eyes good naturedly, reaching up to pat the side of his face.] I know. For what it's worth, yoouuu... are someone I rely on.

[flashbanging]

[ Perhaps fortunately for all involved, McCree eases up. He comes to sit down next to Fiona after she's patted him, bumping her shoulder lightly. ]

Well, now. I'm real pleased to hear you say that. It's the same on my end, 'a course.

[ He doesn't drunk dial just ANYBODY, after all. ]