savetheearth | ❧ 015 ❧ Video, laptop webcam

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❧ 015 ❧ Video, laptop webcam

[The video starts with a shot of an apartment kitchen, with its counters filled with several containers of sweet and savory baked goods. Someone had gone on another baking spree after recent events, but chose to remain out of the picture. A black tail is seen at the bottom of the frame, swishing slightly as it brushes up against a lower cupboard before a meow is heard and the cat walks away.]

If you were around the last time I made a post like this, then you know what I'm about to offer. For those who don't, I've made a bit too much and I'm willing to share this to the network. I already gave a large portion of what I made to the people working on rebuilding Las Vegas a few days ago. But, I'm unable to leave Locke for the time being since the 'teleporter' is presently inaccessible. Sorry.

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The school I purchased, actually. That's where I want to move the teleporter as soon as I have the manpower to do it and the most discreet method possible has made itself apparent.

I want to do other things. Set up a proper intelligence center, up security, outfit it with beds and medical supplies and make it a sort of defacto headquarters for the Numbered of Locke City. But it needs a lot of work yet, so... that's where I'll probably be for a lot of the time in the foreseeable future.

Ah. [He saw the video post, so he has a general idea where to go.] I'll get there as soon as I can.

I hope everything goes according to plan.

There's no reason it shouldn't. Our leak was identified and is no longer on the Network, after all.

[If there is disdain or anger in his voice, he does a good job keeping it to a bare minimum trace.]

Thank you. I don't feel I can stop working even though my body has been asking me to for a long time... there's simply too much to do.

Do you mean 'deceased' or did they forget about the network?

I take it some of your co-workers are insisting that you get some rest before you end up in the hospital for neglecting yourself?

No one knows what happened to him. It's likely the Mafia took him out, and while I'm saddened at the loss of one of ours... he wasn't really one of ours, was he.

[Xander, don't ask silly questions.]

I'm taking the rest I need.

[Several minutes pass before Xander responds back. He just experienced a 'pulse' on his end from what he said previously.]

...Of course. [But he won't comment further about that.]

By talking to me? Not a lot of people would consider that resting.

[Don't worry L, he's still on his way over!]

[L takes note of the pause, but assumes it's because Xander is startled by the coldness of his attitude toward the former leak. The fact that he seems reluctant to talk about it at length only solidifies L's suspicion that this is the case.]

That's not what I mean, Xander. There are places I can lie down.

[The floor, specifically. He's done that a couple times in the last few days, not always intentionally.]

[When he responds, there's the sound of a box being put down. The sound of his bare feet could be heard, followed by more quieter pair with clicks of claws.]

It doesn't sound like there would be many places to rest in the building or be very comfortable either.

[That's unexpected, and L frowns as he listens to the odd combination of sounds and footsteps.]

Well... luckily I'm pretty good at getting comfortable in places a lot of people wouldn't expect.

[Xander it's SO awkward when he gets called out.]

That might worry--

[Don't worry L, that second entity reveals themselves with a meow before purring in to the device his owner was using.]

Connor, stop that, please. [There's a meow of protest before the cat was moved and Xander was back up on his feet.]

As I was saying, that might worry your co-workers. What if they can't find you?

[Ah, a cat. L doesn't have any pets; mostly, he's afraid of neglecting and accidentally killing one.]

My employees know that they can contact me at any point if they have any problems or concerns. Torin's a very competent manager, though, so there shouldn't be any of those, barring a crisis.

[And by his calculations, the next crisis isn't for, at least, a little while yet.]

Of course, as long as your phone isn't dead or in silent mode.

[There's a small twang from a hanger having a jacket removed.]

I've spoken to Torin recently. He is rather persistent. [A small chuckle escapes him before another meow is heard.]

Persistent? Yes, that sounds like him. What was he getting on your back about?

He was insisting that I drop by Espresso Yourself more.

I guess I'd have to be persistent right along with him. Support your Numbered community, man.

[That gets a chuckle out of him.]

I did a long time ago, but it wasn't much back then. I plan on changing that.

Now is an excellent time. Many feel like we're fighting a losing battle.

I'm aware of that feeling and heard about those who have lost so much.

Well... everyone's lost something, even if only a friend or several.

That is true.

[His tone is rather somber before he changes subjects.]

I'm not very far from the building now. I'll see you in a few minutes.

[A few minutes later, L is still at work, but he's slowing down; as much as he hates the fact, his body has its limits, and his limbs are wearing out faster and faster the longer he's hammering and lifting things that he should have probably gotten help with a long time ago.

The school is old and dusty but not nearly so ramshackle as it was when L started, and he'll be easy to locate. All Xander has to do is follow the sound of hammering in one of the upstairs classrooms, where L is putting up drywall.]

[Xander was using the shadows to travel and did follow the sound of hammering up to the second floor. Once he reaches the top of the stairs, he emerges and intentionally makes his steps loud to give his presence away.]

...L?

[He made sure he could be heard over the sound of construction as he makes his way towards the room and tries to avoid tripping on any cords or tools.]

Here.

[The response is quick; he turns to greet Xander when his footsteps bring him close to where he's working.]

Glad you could make it. What do you think of our new digs? Not too bad, right?

[As he enters the room, he glances around before finding a place to set down the box of baked goods.]

...It wasn't hard to get here, but thank you for inviting me over. [As for the question, he busies himself with opening the box.] The place has a certain atmosphere to it. Are you planning on removing some of it with the renovations?

[The second Xander sets down that box and pulls off the lid, L's going for it, taking a donut in one hand and a croissant in another, double-fisting the baked goods like a man who hasn't eaten in days. That's actually not too far off the mark.]

Only what I have to. It doesn't have to be pretty, just relatively functional. Comfortable enough. I'm going to live here and maybe others if they need a place...

[He takes a break to swallow, going back to the drywall where's he's left his thermos full of... coffee, naturally.]

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