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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?



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

Comments

[moneyman]

I... cannot imagine that shit, no. [ thanks for the mental image, though, bruh. ] But yes, agreed. I mean, herpes is for life, so I would assume zombie herpes is also for life. Totally not worth it.

[ why the fuck is he having this conversation. ]

[moneyballer]

You okay, dude?

[He cocks his head to the side, sensing his discomfort.]

You seem a little...

[Cue a wrinkle of the nose.]

Queasy.

[moneyman]

—What? No, I'm fine. [ he waves a hand. totally fine. ] It's just... you know. It's gross. All of it. The virus, the Taraxa, the hypothetical zombie STDs... [ yeah, never mind. maybe he is a little queasy. ] This mission blows.