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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

[secondnature]

Maybe not. But don't let her demand anything from you because she helped in the first place.

[competing]

I won't. [ unless it's. you know. a favor. from a friend to a friend!! ]

And if I do, I'm sure I'll have my little red guardian angel shouting in my ear to get me to take it back.

[secondnature]

Maybe if you listen to me the first time, I won't have to shout.

[Did he just turn this into weird Keith flirting?




He did.]

[competing]

[ weird keith flirting is always a spectacle to behold.

mostly because half the time lance isn't aware of it. ]

What? And deny you your favorite past time?

[secondnature]

I'm not sure if you've noticed, but you're not exactly good at keeping it down.

[Which, out of context, would sound like something else altogether.]

[competing]

[ it's a good thing this isn't on the network... ]

And deny the people what they want to hear?

[ him, he's talking about him. ]

[secondnature]

Lance, you have a lot of good traits, but half the stuff coming out of your mouth isn't one of them.

[A very good thing.]

[competing]

[ heavy squinting. ]

Th...anks?

But also — hey.

[ he's both flattered and insulted.

which is probably what flirting with keith is generally like. ]

Anyway let's go back to the part where you think I have a lot of good traits. Let's start alphabetically.

[secondnature]

Yeah, you know what? I'm gonna pass on that.

[If he was the type to imagine Lance's head exploding from his ego, that would be happening here.

But he wants to avoid something similar nonetheless.]

[competing]

[ back to whining: ] You never wanna do anything fun.

[secondnature]

You have a very strange idea of "fun," you know that?

[Says Keith, who has likely rarely had fun in his life that didn't involve like, piloting Red into super dangerous situations.]

[competing]

Do you even know what fun is.

[secondnature]

Yes. But it's obviously different from whatever you have in mind.

[competing]

Not that different. You had fun with the rest of us throwing that space goop... snow thing. Remember?

[secondnature]

Throwing space goop isn't praising you constantly when you already do it enough yourself.

[competing]

[ maybe he does it so much himself because no one else will throw him a bone!! ]

So are you saying you'd do it more if I did it less?

[secondnature]

No. [Praise is hard, okay?]

[competing]

[ is it tho. ]

One or two isn't gonna kill you.

[secondnature]

Wouldn't you prefer if it happened naturally?

[Gosh, Lance!!!]

[competing]

Considering the likelihood of it happening naturally are pretty slim, I'll take what I can get.

[ YOU gosh! ]

[secondnature]

Yeah, but then you'll doubt it.

[Maybe.

Keith would, anyway.

Come to think of it, would Lance? Given ... everything, maybe not.]

[competing]

I said I'd work on that!

[secondnature]

Uh huh. I'll consider it.

[Which is the best Lance is going to get here.]

[competing]

[ he'll take it. ]