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[devoutish]

Yeah?

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

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[devoutish]

Hand the tablet to her a moment.

[ecks]

Why you to be happy? No to be logos.

[In other words, she understood relatively little of that.]

[devoutish]

Logos?

[Now they're both confused.]

[headjacked]

[ Alfie has to wait a good while, unfortunately. He's vaguely aware, during his argument with Jack, that Alfie is talking with Angel, so at least the gangster wasn't left completely hanging. Angel is a professional damage control agent. ]

Sorrysorrysorry. Headache.

[devoutish]

Really.

[Color him completely unsurprised, Rhys.]

[headjacked]

...

...it was a doozy?

[devoutish]

What did he say?

[headjacked]

Stuff about you. Mostly about you. But I know better th... to --

[ Obviously, Rhys is not headache free. ]

I think I need to sleep.

[devoutish]

What sort of stuff.

[headjacked]

The usual. That you're just like everyone else, and you'll ditch us in the end.

[ It isn't true, he knows, but Jack is preying on the fresh Fiona heartache. Rhys' voice is obviously trying for flippancy while the hurt bleeds through. ]

[devoutish]

[Well, to be fair... he is Alfie Solomons, backstabber extraordinaire. But then again, Rhys isn't a guy he's doing business with.

He grunts.]

Fucking predictable.

I talked with Angel a bit, about Hyperion. And it makes me wonder - what did you do there, exactly?

[headjacked]

I was, uh. In a middle management position. Not a big fish, not a little fish. Average fish with above average aspirations.

If... if the weird future-flash of my life I saw here is correct, I. I eventually become President and CEO.

[devoutish]

And what do you do as president and CEO?

[empireofrats]

She might get mad again...

[devoutish]

Emily, I need to talk to her.

[empireofrats]

Okay... [The tablet gets muffled a bit again as she holds it to herself while she calls Kesara to come talk to Alfie. Kesara, LISTEN.]

[heavensreader]

[Kesara no, Kesara yes...]

We're all right, Mr. Solomons. It's a very small place to get lost in! [A little impatient. She has totally got this, Alfie. Don't nobody fuss.]

[devoutish]

How far off are you from shelter?

[heavensreader]

I don't know, but we were never more than a few hours out before. They're tunnels. This isn't the desert where you can wander forever with no landmarks at all.

[devoutish]

Kesara, do me a favor and go inside, all right?

[heavensreader]

As soon as we'll find someplace to go into! We'll go in and stay in and not go out again until this all blows over and Duster - oah, I need to tell Duster not to stay out looking for us! He'll only get lost too and that'll make things even worse!

[devoutish]

Yeah, he will; he's fucking stubborn. If he makes noises about staying out, we'll both have to yell and threaten until he listens.

@duster, audio, day 150

[bywolves]

Solomons. [ He says it quietly, with the tablet very close to him. ] Are you there?

@ASolomons; audio

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[He's always here for you, Royce!!!]

[bywolves]

[ (｡◕‿◕｡) ]

Letting you know. The building we're at has six people in it. Four of us. House and Wilson. Too close to lockdown to move.