Well. You did it! Your pendants are yours to keep and you're able to reach out to anyone with a matching necklace. Maybe it's time to say hi? Or, you know...sometimes misfires happen.
[ no one from the house is going to let her get away with that, huh. ]
Well then, I guess the only thing left for you to do is to get over your embarrassment. That, or never call again- but you won't do that now, will you?
You are so fucking weird. [ but at least this time it sounds more - amused, than bothered? ] And a great motivational speaker, too. Just don't be embarrassed! Great advice.
[ a long pause, then a breathless sort of laugh. which, hm, she doesn't really need to breathe? ]
No one's dying, and we're not being put into impossible situations against ridiculous odds and numbers and being asked to produce miracles for once.
I would say that puts the current situation somewhere solidly 'above average.' ... Oh, and we're currently in a safehouse in the green zone, so on the off chance anyone just happened to show up out of the blue, they don't have to worry about any chances of ELID infection.
Eugh. Gross. [ a beat. ] Yeah, definitely... don't stay in a place where Hunter could catch that, maybe? [ y'know, since zombie trauma. ] Can you get infected by that?
War took out a lot of the global population. They weren't going to risk what was left by sending them out to the more heavily contaminated zones. In any case- I can't guarantee that we won't ever find ourselves in any red zones, just in case anything unexpected happens- but the interesting thing about being the leader of your own independent squadron? Is that you get to pick and choose which jobs you go on.
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... Uh, no? Fuck that? [ she sounds offended. ] Simulated or not I'm not just not think of you as a person. That's not how I work, dude.
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[ no one from the house is going to let her get away with that, huh. ]
Well then, I guess the only thing left for you to do is to get over your embarrassment. That, or never call again- but you won't do that now, will you?
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You are so fucking weird. [ but at least this time it sounds more - amused, than bothered? ] And a great motivational speaker, too. Just don't be embarrassed! Great advice.
... Have you heard from him at all?
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[ pause. ]
... no, I haven't. How could I?
[ she's the one holding on to his necklace, after all. ]
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I don't know how, I just wondered if he'd somehow gotten a message to you. I'm sure he's fine.
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[ she hums a bit, though it's a neutral sound. ]
Well. All things considered, I actually have more than some. He has to stop by to pick this up, after all.
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[ a pause, and then: ]
What about you? Are you doing okay?
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No one's dying, and we're not being put into impossible situations against ridiculous odds and numbers and being asked to produce miracles for once.
I would say that puts the current situation somewhere solidly 'above average.' ... Oh, and we're currently in a safehouse in the green zone, so on the off chance anyone just happened to show up out of the blue, they don't have to worry about any chances of ELID infection.
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The fuck is ELID?
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Eugh. Gross. [ a beat. ] Yeah, definitely... don't stay in a place where Hunter could catch that, maybe? [ y'know, since zombie trauma. ] Can you get infected by that?
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[ robots can't catch radiation zombie, Beau, they're good. ]
War took out a lot of the global population. They weren't going to risk what was left by sending them out to the more heavily contaminated zones. In any case- I can't guarantee that we won't ever find ourselves in any red zones, just in case anything unexpected happens- but the interesting thing about being the leader of your own independent squadron? Is that you get to pick and choose which jobs you go on.
[ so yeah, no zombie trauma for Hunter. ]