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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! ]

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voice;

[lackey]

Dude, what? This some kinda joke? 'Cause it's... it's not very funny if it is one. I'm just sayin'.

voice;

[gluestick]

You think I'd joke about a bloody disease? I'm trying to warn you slintheads before this turns into a buggin' repeat of where I'm from.

[lackey]

People have joked about worse stuff before! [Wait a minute here, wait... He's seen these kind of weird words before. Even learned a couple of them.]

This is so... shucked. ... Right? Shucked? Shucked up? ... Why can't you just be joking? We've got enough shit... uh... plunk? Flunk? ...Whatever, we've got enough goin' on without some disease killin' people! Or I got enough goin' on, anyway!

[Because yelling and panicking is absolutely the best approach to handling a possible crisis situation.]

[gluestick]

[ That elicits a laugh from him, but it sounds... Off. A tittering, crazed sort of laugh. ] Klunk, is that what you're tryin' to say? You worse than Tommy is with the slang, don't even bother.

You think I wanted to come back spreading the Flare? I'd rather still be stuck in the bloody Palace than let another world have to deal with this.

[lackey]

I'll bother if I wanna... [But he only manages to mumble that because whoa, dude, that laugh. Yeah, that's... that's seriously not good.]

Well... Well, maybe you're just... a little touched in the head or something, I don't know... [Unless going crazy is part of the disease. Shit.]

You, uh... you thought about maybe diggin' a big hole, stickin' yourself in it for a while? Just keepin' the... shuck... away from everybody? That's probably what I'd do.

[gluestick]

I'm a whole lot touched in the buggin' head right about now, and it's gonna get worse.

[ He pinches the bridge of his nose, biting back an annoyed sigh. He has to keep his calm, he can't lose it. ]

I've already done something exactly like that. I'm alone, and plan to keep it that way.

[lackey]

Okay. Okay, that's good. That's great. No problem then. Or less of a problem! So... Thanks for the heads-up? And good luck! Hope you... took a TV down with you when you went into your hole. Or hole-like place.

So gettin' the hell out of here...

[The feed cuts with Mike mumbling to himself. Time to dodge a quarantine.]