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[competing]

[With all the information coming out, it's apparent to Keith and Lance that one big elephant in the room has been ignored: the infection among the recruits themselves. Keith is tired and on edge, as he needs nothing to do with the infection to be cranky. Lance is jittery, too. But they have to talk about that elephant before it gets too late.

And for some of them, it might be. That's what Keith is really afraid of right now.]

Hey. It's Keith.

and ya boy, lance! [Because things are already pretty doom and gloom as it stands, and maybe things could use a little lightening up? Or something...

It’s a little more difficult to differentiate between people in a group message like this, but it’s a better idea to get something down on text in case they need to refer to it later, and anyone who knows either of the boys can probably tell them apart pretty easily through diction alone.]

we know your mind-phones have been pretty busy lately, but theres something keith and i wanted to talk to you guys about.

Before we get a move on in attacking Zymandis' agent, we need to look at our own numbers. A lot of us are sick. Maybe less than I thought. Or maybe more. Either way, we have to know who's sick and make a plan to help our own. And I'm serious about HELPING. Not putting someone out of their misery or any of the other stupid stuff I've heard from some of this team. We need to stop this disease. We need to help our own. Once everyone's BETTER, we'll make a plan for what to do next as a team.

[It's harsher than necessary but likely less harsh than how it might be normally, given Keith's frequently frustrated tone of voice. Text mitigates some of it, even if his frustration definitely does become CAPITAL LETTERS.

Lance, meanwhile, is quite eager to gloss over that sharp reprimand because seriously guys — kumbaya.]

yeeeeeah, so — helping! getting a head count is definitely ideal. we cant afford to be silent on this and we definitely CANT be alone right now, cuz every one of us affected and on our own can be a huge risk to everyone here. so we were thinking… since the city shut it down, we can use the middle school. those of us infected can stay there while we wait for our people to find that cure. like a quarantine safe house.. i know its not ideal, but its something. especially for those who dont have any other contingency plans.

[A pause. Well. May as well get the ball rolling, right?]

ill be there.

( ooc; p.s. there is an information plotting post for the quarantine space! )

Comments

[grunehexe]

I would be much assisted in this endeavor by those capable of digging trenches. They need not be deep, merely a foot beneath topsoil would be acceptable.

[iomnic]

That will be easy enough.

[grunehexe]

Then unless a majority of our rank for some reason opposes such an idea, I will begin preliminary preparations.

Ideally, I would like a week- I shall push it to three days.

[iomnic]

I do not think that there will be much opposition. There is no reason to.

While time is of the essence, please do not overwork yourself.

[grunehexe]

One would think, but I have learned it best to never be too sure in this team.

I have little else to do but research and mourn. It is no consequence.

[iomnic]

...You carry such a burden for one so young.

[Oh, maybe he shouldn't have said that. It kind of just slipped.]

-My apologies.

[grunehexe]

... It is fine.

[She isn't the only one capable in scientific fields, but her efforts are part of a whole. And a woman must take part in the mourning traditions of the Greeks.]

They are all simply things that need to be done. Unlike some cultures, ALASTAIR does not pay much attention to age.

[iomnic]

Notably so.

[He concedes. It's not like he's the "but what about the children" type, given who he is. But at the same time, he feels like he hears... something in her tone that he wishes he didn't. The sound of someone who holds too much responsibility, but has done so for so long...]

... I will find a shovel. If you can mark where I should dig, I will do so.

[grunehexe]

It is much appreciated. I will consult with those organizing this endeavor and determine the best boundaries, then get back to you.

[iomnic]

Understood.

[grunehexe]

It seems they would prefer these placed indoors. Are you very tall?

[iomnic]

About five foot, ten inches. But it would be no trouble for me to stand on something...

[grunehexe]

That is taller than I, so it shall do.

I shall have you assist me placing these as out of the way as possible.

[iomnic]

Of course. Anything I can do to be of service.

casually hops on in; voice

[strictdiscipline]

—Mourn?

[What the hell happened?]

[grunehexe]

[Oh, she... was not supposed to say anything about that, was she. Not until he-]

... I shall speak with you privately.

[/zooms to inbox.]