[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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Voice

[amberhearted]

Julien got a pulse. He suspects it to be a highly contagious disease responsible for decimating the human population in 'other' him's life.

[espigeonage]

[He sounds kind of ragged and a little out of it.]

Seventy percent of the total population in two years. Something like eighty-five percent by the end. I forget Locke's total pop, but...

Voice

[doomedtheworld]

Are you sure that's what it is? Maybe he's just sick. Normal sick.

[amberhearted]

[ they already went over that possibility. Ideally, whatever Julien has is relatively harmless, but... ]

This isn't something to risk on a 'maybe.'

[doomedtheworld]

Okay, but....

[Her own voice might sound a little tight with worry here.]

but there's got to be somebody in the city who can do something about it, right?

[amberhearted]

[ he softens his tone. ]

That's what I'm hoping for. It's gonna take us at least an hour to leave.

[doomedtheworld]

[It doesn't help much.]

But what good will that do anyway if you don't even know why you left? Why don't you just find somewhere with no people around and wait for help there? Where are you?

[Because she could... do... something? No, probably not, but just sitting here while they either leave the city forever or worse is just unacceptable to her right now.]

[amberhearted]

Enough times crossing back and forth and I think I'll put stock into a note I leave to myself.

[doomedtheworld]

[There's a moment or so of quiet on her end before her voice comes back, quieter than before.]

So, that's it? If you don't think of something before you get there you just... go?

[amberhearted]

Temporarily.

[ this is a point he feels a lot of responders are missing. ]

Are you worried about us?

[doomedtheworld]

[She's thinking ahead. Worst-case scenario if there's no other way to get rid of the... whatever it is. She can't help it if her mind immediately goes to the "never coming back" idea.

She does make a frustrated sound at being asked that question again though. First Banagher, now Alex.]

Yes, okay? Why wouldn't I be a little worried?

[amberhearted]

[ well, he was going to try and lighten the mood, even if that meant pissing her off because anger is probably easier to deal with than worry, BUT NOW HE FEELS BAD FOR CONSIDERING IT. ]

Sorry.

We're going to meet up with Solus. Hopefully things work out.

[doomedtheworld]

[A minute ago it probably would have worked, but Banagher beat him to it. So it's basically all Banagher's fault.

For now, he'll just have to put up with a huff of breath for his apology.]

Just let me know what happens, okay?

[amberhearted]

Definitely.

I'm going to close the line. I'll talk to you later, okay?

[doomedtheworld]

[There's a second's hesitation where it seems like she's going to argue against that, but stops herself.]

Okay.