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[ofobedience]

[Well, this is the first time Giovanni's ever addressed the network as a whole, and apparently he's using it to say--]

I suppose I should have done this sooner really, rather than pointlessly holding on to these things. But if anyone should require them, I have a few blankets to spare, along with some dried meat. It's not as though I especially need it for myself, so first come first served.

[There's a brief pause, and then--]

I suppose I should add, I've no idea what kind of animal this meat is from. Could be human for all I know. Hahah.

[And on that cheery note, the transmission abruptly ends.]

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[ofobedience]

[He's trying to be of assistance. Honestly he is. It's just a pity he's so bad at it.]

Oh, I don't know. It doesn't smell contaminated. Nor human, for the record.

[Not that he's able to discern what it does come from, though.]

And I found it behind some bricks in the wall, hidden along with the blankets. Someone's secret stash, I suppose. Although you have to wonder why they didn't come back for it.

[catphishing]

How do you know what human smells like?

[Do you really want that answered, Oliver?]

That doesn't sound promising for them. Does it seem like it was left for a long time?

[ofobedience]

Just one of the joys of being a genetically engineered abomination. Hahah. Good sense of smell, and all that.

[It's not the worst answer he could have given, all things considered.]

And I can't really say how long it's been languishing about. It's cured meat...it could have been weeks, could have been years. The blankets, however, are in good condition. I suppose there might be signs of decay, if it had been a long while?

[He's not exactly an expert, here.]

[catphishing]

Oh. Okay.

[That's actually the most reassuring answer under the circumstances. It's better than anything he'd been thinking by a long shot.]

Yeah, it's probably a good sign if the blankets are in good shape. Though that's probably partially due to storage conditions.

[ofobedience]

[Definitely the better answer he could have chosen. It's not as though he's ever eaten anyone, but he knows the taste of human flesh, the feel of blood between his teeth. Fortunately, he's chosen not to lead with that.]

That's a possibility. It was cool and dry, the space where they were hidden. But alas, this is all we have to go on.

[catphishing]

[That wouldn't have gone down well.]

Right. I guess if whoever put them there is still around they'll have to try and get by with other means. We can't afford to turn down any help we get.

[Especially when it seems like the chances are the original owner of the stash is dead or gone.]

[ofobedience]

I'll say. I take it that means you want one?

[Because yeah, he's pretty sure the original owner won't be returning to lay claim to them, and if they do? Well, that's just too bad. Shouldn't have left them lying around.]

[catphishing]

...yeah.

[There's a slight pause, but practically speaking... it would be useful.]

If there are any left.

[ofobedience]

You're in luck. What's your location?

[catphishing]

[He takes a moment to send him his location.]

You get that?

[ofobedience]

I did. I'll be with you shortly.

[It takes him a little while to reach the location given, considering that he'd been in another sector at the time, but he turns up as promised, blanket neatly folded and tucked under one arm.

He flashes a smile full of razorblade teeth.]

Special delivery.

[catphishing]

[Oliver's seen enough strange things during his time in Audentes the teeth are only mildly disconcerting. He brightens at his arrival, smiling as he turns to him.]

Hey! Thanks. This is going to help a lot.

[ofobedience]

[And he tosses the blanket in Oliver's direction-- catch!]

You're welcome. We're supposedly a team, after all.

[And he's trying, in his own faulty way, to come to grips with that fact.]