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[gluestick]

[ The video clicks on to show Newt, but he doesn't really seem focused on the device at all. Staring past it, eyes clouded with... something. The feed jerks around sporadically from shaking hands, and Newt looks filthy on screen, like he's been in one too many fights that he may not have won, covered in dirt and grime, blood and wounds.

After a minute of this, his eyes snap to the screen, clearing with recognition, remembering what he'd turned it on for in the first place. ]

Sorry, I- I'm... not well. I've got the Flare and it's getting worse. [ A deep breath, and he's dragging a trembling hand through his hair. ]

I think I'm contagious, and that means you're all infected unless... there's people called Munies- [ his expression sours at the term ] Immunes, shanks that don't get sick with it. Don't know if they exist here, you're better off going to a hospital, getting tested for disease or somethin'.

Just- for God's sake, don't bloody breathe on anyone until you do or we'll all be dead.


[ private to housemates & castmates ]

I'm not coming back. Don't look for me this time, it's better this way.

[ ooc| this is newt's announcement for the flaring up plot! commence mass hysteria and crank outbreaks and all that fun stuff

eta: here is a catch-all log for plot shenanigans, if you so desire! ]

Comments

[gluestick]

I've been experimented on! It didn't make a bloody difference then, it's not going to now! I'm gonna die either way, I'm already too far Gone and I'd rather not do it where people can buggin' watch.

[ferrisbuellean]

Jesus, kid. Go get help. No one is too far gone in a world where immortality and rapid healing is a thing.

[gluestick]

No, I'm gonna park my arse right here and not risk infecting anybody else in the city. It's better this way, I'm fine with it, so leave it bloody well enough alone.

[ferrisbuellean]

Nothing is gonna get you outta your hidey hole, huh?

[gluestick]

If it's obvious, then stop tryin'.

[ferrisbuellean]

What immunes? There must be people who aren't gonna catch it? Maybe they can get to you.

[gluestick]

Last time a bunch of shanks tried to collect me I killed a guy. I'm not looking for a repeat.

[ferrisbuellean]

You killed a guy? What the hell?

[gluestick]

I'm unstable! [He all but screams it, his hands jerking with a vicious shaking. It's so hard to keep calm. ] Every little bloody thing is setting me off these days, I told him to stop and he didn't, so- That's why I'm not gonna risk it again.

[ferrisbuellean]

Well, I was gonna offer to come down there but now I'm kinda put off the idea.

[gluestick]

You should be. Everyone should be. I can't be trusted around people, not when I'm this out of it.

[ferrisbuellean]

Okay, so I guess you just staying out of the way of civilisation is actually sounding pretty smart now. Just uh, don't kill anyone else and maybe someone will get back to you once we find a cure? Okay, great.

[gluestick]

[ Finally, someone gets it. It puts Newt a little at ease, though it'll probably be short-lived. ]

Figure that one out all by yourself did you? [ It's more cutting than it is sarcastic. ] As long as nobody comes out here, I shouldn't be a bloody danger to anybody but myself.

[ferrisbuellean]

Sure, just don't go zombie biting anyone. Or, I guess, just breathing on them. [Because this is totally a zombie outbreak, right?]