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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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[cachemoney]

Is that a question? We-- synthesize the cure or whatever and then nobody dies and we go back to Oska.

[selfimage]

Depending on the effort and the supplies, yes. The truth is there for the taking, the effect, well ... not as much. It takes action within limited resources.

Time, in this instance.

[cachemoney]

[Her mouth tightens and she glances away for a second. This is why she's been so aggressive and on-edge the entire time, actually.]

I know. That's what I'm worried about, but there's not a lot I -- we -- can do about time. It's not like we have a lot of scientists on hand.

[selfimage]

No, but it's certainly not going to heed our call. You either work with something or around it, I suppose.

[cachemoney]

I guess it's too much to ask that you also have a time sword.

[selfimage]

No; I suppose you know what you should ask for next mortal gift-giving holiday.