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[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! )

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[There's a lot of sniffling on the other end and her voice is warbling.]

I-I know, I'm just so scared!

[Damn. She can't see it, but hearing her voice like this is definitely breaking his heart.]

An' it's all right to be scared.

Do you want someone now?

I'm not far along, so it should be fine as long as you remember to keep your distance. I'll be wearing a flu mask as well...

[While she is worried about infecting others, she also wants one last chance to enjoy other people's company before it becomes too dangerous for them to be near her.]

Ah, that's right! [Something's jogged her memory.] Lucy wanted me to give you something in case she wasn't awake to do so herself.

Sure. We can play it safe.

[Lucy has something for him? That's admittedly surprising.]

Then I guess I'd better come by. Where can I find you, bright eyes?

[Nyuu shares the address of the house where she and Urahara have been living for the entirety of the mission. Before the connection is broken, she asks TF to please be careful, knowing how dangerous the streets are now.

When she hears the knock that signals Twisted Fate's arrival, she answers the door, wearing the flu mask just as she mentioned before. Though there aren't any tears in her eyes now, she must have been crying for some time judging by how red and puffy her eyes are. Still, there's a slight smile in her eyes upon seeing Twisted Fate. She's even wearing the ribbons that she bought from the pawn shop. Why did that seem so long ago...?

Nyuu bows her head.]

Welcome to our home, TF-san. Please make yourself comfortable.

[On his own, avoiding danger on the streets comes easy enough for him. At the very least, he can keep that promise.

Seeing Nyuu as she is right now, it's hard to not see the redness of her eyes, how much she must have cried. Neither her nor Lucy deserve this. Sonia doesn't. Maybe none of them do, but that's the amount he can think about right now.

He bows his head faintly in return, tipping his hat.]

I appreciate it, Nyuu. Comin' in now.

[The riverman strolls in, removing his hat.]

Those ribbons really suit you.

[After shutting the door, she closes her eyes once she's facing TF, a sign that his comment made her happy. Both hands rise up to feel at the glittery material.]

I wouldn't have found these if not for you, TF-san. You have a good eye.

[She's not wearing it right now, but the ribbons match with her work dress perfectly. Then her bright pink hair does well in bringing out the ribbons' dark blue color.]

I am definitely going to keep them.

[If she survives this ordeal...

No, no, she shouldn't think like that. She has faith that Audentes will find a cure. It's just hard knowing what's in store for her as the virus continues to take over her mind and body.]

Well, I do consider myself a man with taste.

[Still, he does think they suit her very well.]

Good. You deserve somethin' nice. You and Lucy both.

[Gently, he touches her arm.]

So, you said there was somethin' for me?

[The muscle beneath the skin where Twisted Fate rested his hand tensed slightly. Nyuu remembers what the dossier said about how the Bristol virus is spread, but she still feared being in close contact with others. Even though the flu mask is already an appropriate precaution, she turns her head to the side as though just looking at TF will get him infected.]

Ah, yes. Lucy wrote a message addressed to you in our notes. Let me get it for you, I'll be right back.

[She disappears down the hall only to return within a minute, holding a plastic bag that contained a scrap of notebook paper. The plastic bag was yet another testimony of how overly cautious Nyuu was treating her infection.]

Can you read it, TF-san, or should I read it aloud? I don't think written language is translated when we are outside of Oska.

[The script is in kana and kanji.]

[It's impossible to not notice the way she tenses. He himself is not particularly worried, but he does understand her concern; Nyuu is a cautious and gentle soul, after all.]

Sure.

[There's a pause as he glances over the sheet of paper, then smiles crookedly.]

It looks similar to a language in my world, but even then I ain't fluent. Would you mind reading it for me?

Of course.

[She leaves the note in the bag as she proceeds.]

"Not a day has passed where I haven't considered your offer of friendship, or anyone's for that matter. Now that I've been infected and there's no sight of a cure, I'm uncertain about my future, but I don't want to leave these words unspoken, so I wish to give you an answer before my mind is taken by the virus. Despite my insecurities, I want to try at friendship once more."

[Nyuu's eyes look up from the note.]

That was all she wrote.

[She wasn't deaf. She heard the way Lucy's note carried a finality to it. It scared Nyuu, but she refused to believe that this was the end of the road. If she needed to, she would carry enough hope for the both of them.]

[It almost feels like a good-bye from Lucy. It leaves him feeling dismal, a bit, but also strangely glad that she is, at least, trying to reach out.

Nobody should go through this alone.]

You can tell her that she can talk to me. Anytime she wants.

That goes for both of you.

[Her fingers pull at the plastic nervously, but she still nods her head and gives Twisted Fate a small bow.]

Thank you very much, T.F.-san.

[She stands up straight.]

I'm sure she will be happy to hear that. [A small chuckle.] In her own unique way. I just wish that--

[She cuts herself off with a small groan, closing her eyes and furrowing her brows as she moves a hand up to rub one of her temples.]

Hey.

[There's a moment of hesitation, but eventually Twisted Fate reaches out and touches her arm.]

Come here. It'll be fine.

[She takes one step closer, but then pauses when she's about to take another, still holding her head in one hand as her jaw clenches.]

Damn it, m-my body...

[That wasn't Nyuu's voice nor was it Lucy's. It was female, but it sounded unnatural, as though there were many voices speaking at the same time, as though some entity had possessed the trembling body before him. No threatening gestures, sounds, or movements are made, and there's no sign of the vectors, but she does move her other arm so that she's holding her head with both hands. It's impossible to see her eyes with the way she's hunched over, eyes shut as she continues to grumble in pain with that strange voice incoherently.]

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