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futurology2017-03-04 08:58 pm
competing) wrote in futurology2017-03-04 08:58 pm
Entry tags:
- arima kishou (tokyo ghoul: re),
- daenerys targaryen (asoiaf),
- giovanni (dogs: bullets & carnage),
- graham humbert (once upon a time),
- haise sasaki (tokyo ghoul: re),
- keith (voltron),
- koltira deathweaver (world of warcraft),
- lance (voltron),
- lucy/nyuu (elfen lied),
- mettaton (undertale),
- rhys (borderlands),
- riza hawkeye (fullmetal alchemist),
- sakura kinomoto (cardcaptor sakura),
- shuusei kagari (psycho-pass),
- sieglinde sullivan (black butler),
- sonia nevermind (danganronpa 2),
- takashi shirogane (voltron)
text | username: xXx_trueblue_xXx & redlion
[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! )
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! )
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[He's happy to get to the heart of the matter if she is.]
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[not that she won't do the other, because she has the cash, but first she has to take her frustration about Lance's condition out on something.] We found information in the sewers. It's less dangerous for me to go down there. It makes logical sense.
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He's a god, I guess.
[He "guesses." Keith isn't exactly used to this whole divinity thing.]
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[is there a reason she's wording that like he and Lance are something to be explicitly paired together and must share everything. we may never know.]
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