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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! )

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[respired]

[ not gonna get maimed if u follow instructions! ]

Hm.

[ that also sounds fake ]

There is no need to waste energy on solutions that will fail. That helps no one.

[competing]

[ i mean npcs...!

but fair. ]

But how do you know it'll fail...

[respired]

Some problems cannot be fixed. Only managed.

[competing]

[ idk man six months ago he never would have thought giant robot space cats can combine and transform into a universal defense weapon so he's settled into a comfortable "never say never" philosophy

so he figures koltira must have been beaten down enough times that such hope is probably too painful to even muster at this point. ]

When things quiet down a little, will you tell me more about it?

[ GUESS IT'S UP TO HIM. ]

[respired]

[ He exhales through his teeth. ]

If we must.

[ But the implication is clear -- there are other things at stake. ]

For now, Lance--worry for yourself.

[ Don't orphan his cat. ]

[competing]

[ he understands the sentiment, really. however... ]

I'd kind of rather not.

[ what good would worrying for himself do, anyway. ]

Better to worry about everyone else, right? All for one, one for all... [ no lance that's not what that means ]