[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! ]

Comments

voice

[amberhearted]

Cool. Could you bring bleach, too? And can I get your number?

[ because he'd rather keep their location limited to those he trusts to handle the situation appropriately. ]

voice all the way

[testsonseashells]

[Insert number here.] Why bleach?

private

[amberhearted]

Disinfection. We're about twenty minutes west of Tuning Towers right now. Where should we meet you, Dead Dis?

private

[testsonseashells]

Certainly. Know LSR clinic? Will meet you three blocks south.

[ooc: you can put up a thread in the clinic log if you like]

private

[amberhearted]

Right on. We'll see you there.

[ ooc: we have a thread here actually! 'tis ready for mordin's tag. ]