[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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[goldenclothes]

[ there's a bit of silence, keeping back her own retaliation, and she sighs a bit. ]

Mm... wish I could help, but you seem well looked after. I'll just hope it goes well for all of you, then.

...sorry that it's all, though.

[amberhearted]

[ he cracks the tiniest of smiles, though she can't see it. she might hear the exhale that accompanied it, though. ]

I appreciate that, really.

[goldenclothes]

Mm.

[ there's nothing else she can do. in all honesty she's surprised that she wants to do anything. she'll think about it later. ]

Be careful, if you can. I'll be keeping an eye on the network for more news.