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[ 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! ]

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[As someone who's been in an uncharacteristically bad mood this morning, this doesn't help. Asami tries to muster up her typical empathy, though, before she responds.]

Nothing you've said ... really makes any sense. What do you mean? [An edge creeps into her voice there.]

I mean what I've bloody said. I've got a virus, it's eating away at my buggin' brain by the day. By the hour, it feels like. It wiped out a whole lot of people where I'm from. [ He guesses, anyway. That's what they were told, but who knows if what they said was true? ]

It spreads quick and it's gotta be stopped before it does the same thing here. But I don't- I don't know how to stop it. Not even WICKED knew how to stop it.

And what are the signs that we may have ended up contacting this? It ... sounds like you're worried about that. [Her voice is more even here, but it's obvious that she's still tense and uneasy.

Asami doesn't even know why she's like that, which is frustrating.]

It feels like a wire's loose in your brain, sparking and setting you off. Making you irritable about klunk you usually aren't irritable about. That's how it started for me, just small stuff making me mad. Then- it just starts getting worse, minor annoyance turns into anger and then you start gettin' violent and it's like you don't even know what you're doing.

[There is a point slowly dawning on her.

Well, less slowly now.]

You ... arrived to what city?

Heropa. But that doesn't mean anything, everyone should get checked, no matter where they bloody live. Who knows who the hell is spreading it now.

I was there yesterday, I—[How does she get checked? Asami doesn't like not being able to complete her sentences, but the words catch in her throat.]

Will the doctors in De Chima be able to recognize it?

I... don't know. Honestly, I don't know if any of the buggin' hospitals will even know what they're looking at. But it's gotta show on some test, I'm sure of it. Brain scan would probably be your best bet.

Right, I—I'll have them have a look.

[She breathes out slowly.]

Good luck, all right? To both of us.

My luck is terrible. [ He offers a tight-lipped smile. ] But I'm hoping for your sake they find something to stop it.