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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[redrooms]

All of you.

[devoutish]

Discussion, a bit of coordination. I've got the files handy.

[He switches to text briefly.]

link
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[redrooms]

Thank you. You're well-informed.

[devoutish]

There are things I keep track of.

[redrooms]

What things are those?

[devoutish]

Information about the town. Theories. Plans. That sort of thing. The maps, the locations of the houses. Strange things about them, and the things that are written on the walls.

[redrooms]

[All super useful. She's going to try to get as much information out of him as possible.]

What strange things have you noticed?

[devoutish]

[He's actually find with abandoning the "you get a question, I get a question" system here. His information is useful, and hoarding it isn't going to help them get out. He switches back to English - his Russian is both fluent and native-like, but it's a childhood language for him, and English still comes more naturally for this sort of business-related talk.]

You'd like a list?

[redrooms]

[Alright, she'll switch back.]

Please.

[devoutish]

[He sends another text link, but stays on audio.]

Here.

My notes.

[She gets everything up to day 137. They're all intact, except for one line on day 118: Duster chasing after a woman, Kesara chasing after books, Waston being chased by a great big hound is deleted from the version he sends her.]

[redrooms]

[Wow, that's impressive. Natasha pauses for a moment, skimming it.]

Thank you. Would you agree to keeping me informed if I do the same for you?

[devoutish]

Yeah. Best way to get out of here - sharing information.

[redrooms]

I'll keep you updated, then.

@lockhart; audio; day 139

[powersouls]

Alfie? Are you there?

[Tifa's voice sounds just a little panicked.]

I just got a really strange message from Duster, and maybe it's nothing, but...

@duster, text, day 140;

[bywolves]

[ Good morning, Alfie. Royce is sending a message from the floor of the hospital morgue. He's dizzy (which he's somewhat annoyed about, underneath it all, wasn't death supposed to clear his concussion) and he can't breathe, and he's - really sort of afraid he's going to die again. But he's focused. If he focuses on doing this, he's okay.

Just. Gonna voice to text this. ]

I'm. I'm alive.

@ASolomons; audio

[devoutish]

[Relief. So much relief.

With most people, he uses text with people who use text with him - if he doesn't get to hear their voice and see their face, they don't get to hear and see his. But he trusts Royce enough to make him an exception.]

Where are you?

[bywolves]

Don't know.

[ It's really a relief to hear his voice. Royce knows he should try to speak back but he isn't sure he can. ] Standing is. Can't. On the floor outside.

There was a bag I had to crawl out of I can't get up again

[devoutish]

Take a photograph. Send it to me.

[bywolves]

[ It takes a long minute for him to do it, but he takes a picture of the inside of the hospital and sends it to Alfie. This helps. Directions help.

He's also currently trying to drag himself out of the hospital, since he wants the message on the tablet to go away. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie recognizes that place. It's a place he'd hoped he wouldn't see again, but at least he knows where it is.]

You're in the hospital morgue. I'll talk you out, give you directions.

[bywolves]

Can't stand. Fall over. Crawling.

[devoutish]

[What. That's weird as fuck, Duster.]

You haven't still got your concussion?

[bywolves]

Head doesn't hurt. Standing is hard. Can if I try, just. Need wall to keep up.

[devoutish]

Is everything else all right? Sight, hearing, speaking ability?

[bywolves]

[ He's stopped trying to drag himself at this point, because he can't focus on moving and talking to Alfie at the same time. It's amazing the tablet is picking up his voice at all. ] Can't breathe right. Lightheaded, trying to. Trying.