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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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[gluestick]

Yeah, least that's what we've been told. Haven't seen anybody gettin' better from it. But you'd be lucky to last that long if you're surrounded by a bunch of Cranks. Littlest thing can set them off to kill each other one they're beyond the Gone.

permavoice. hurr durr formatting in that tag

[restitute]

[That... brings a bit of a pause.]

It makes people hostile. [Wonderful. Fantastic. Just what he wanted to hear.] Does it improve anything? Give people strength, an abundance of adrenaline-- higher pain tolerance?

[Because man he does not want another world's Mirakuru happening.]

[gluestick]

You don't think about the pain as much, don't even realize you're in pain sometimes. That's all, I haven't- It hasn't made me any stronger, no. It's just made me... violent. Out of control sometimes. It comes and goes, man.

[restitute]

Good. [Oliver.

He lets out a breath, frustrated with himself and his general inability to not sound like an ass.] There's something in my world a little like this. It can make the body stronger, but it destroys the minds of anyone who takes it.

[.... And christ-- this is a kid.]

If it's as unpredictable as you're saying-- infected or not you shouldn't be alone.

[gluestick]

Sounds like a terrible recipe, I hope people weren't takin' it of their own accord.

[ He sighs, annoyed. ]

I've got a bloody plan, alright? If I feel like I'm getting that out of control, I have a plan.