[voice; iphone] friday, a little past noon

[amberhearted]

[ there's a subtle difference in alex's tone -- a little less casual, a little more steeled. it's likely to go unnoticed by those who aren't familiar with him. ]

Hey. So.

Julien thinks he got some kind of flu from 'other' him that wiped out a lot of people. We're in an enclosed space right now. We don't want to risk spreading whatever this is, but unless someone's got a quarantine station, I think leaving Locke is our best bet. Until we can get this sorted, I mean.

I'm hoping one of you clever guys and gals have a better idea.

[ man, you know shit's real when alex is volunteering to cross the 'border'.

he risks a glance at the person in the passenger's seat. ]

Banagher and Alex, high schooler Alex, are with us, too.

[ ooc: you may get replies from alex, ax-alex, banagher, and/or julien! ]

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[handwritten]

[detectivetroll]

Shit.

There's a bunch of doctors and scientists on here, someone's got to have the equipment to figure it out.

Alex, are you okay?

voice

[amberhearted]

[ gonna assume he means younger alex because who dis ]

Thinks he got something flu-like, too. Not sure if they're the same.

[handwritten]

[detectivetroll]

[Yeah sorry man, he doesn't even know your name is Alex, too.

And that reply isn't making him any less worried.]

Have you heard from any of the doctors yet? Or - do you know any of their names? I can look them up.

voice

[amberhearted]

Yeah, we got Solus on the line. Thanks, though.

Are you a friend of his? Alex. Or a relative?

[handwritten]

[detectivetroll]

Oh, right, sorry. I'm Nick, I'm a friend of his, yeah. I've been helping him with sparring.