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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.

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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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[ Well, that confirms it. He has been wandering around. He was no where near the Porter when he finally came to his senses. ]

It just... makes you angry. Like an itch in your brain, throwin' it all off-kilter. And... probably forgetfulness, if you seein' me and me not remembering is anything to go off.

[ He drags his hand down his face, looking tired. ] I've seen all kinds of Cranks, some completely bloody Gone, nothin' but cannibals and animals. Some you wouldn't even know had it yet. Heard other Cranks talking, sometimes it takes months to get to the point I'm at now. It's taken me a couple of weeks at most. All I know is it's gonna make you go crazy and then you're gonna die from it. Or another Crank, which seems to be the way a lot of 'em go.

[What does she hear? 'Going to die'. And her heart skips. Because she has felt angry today, for no reason.]

How contagious is this? No, don't answer...it's airborne, isn't it.

[A slow simmering rage is building but Winry's doing her best to control it.]

Yeah. Airborne, that's what it is. So anybody I walked near has a chance of havin' it. And then anybody they got near, and so on. That's- that's what we're lookin' at right now.

I'm sorry, if I'd known it was getting worse, I'd have never left the bloody Porter room. If I'd known what I was doing-

It's not your fault. You didn't know you were sick.

[Drumming her fingers on her arm. Wanting to throw something.]

And I'm a healer...my system ought to take care of this.

For your bloody sake, I hope so. Could you heal others... like that?

Right now, it's likely I'm contagious. If my body starts working properly...if the healing power starts working, I mean. There's a possibility.

I'm...really angry.

And you aren't usually? Angry like that, I mean?

[ He drags a hand through his hair, letting out a slow breath. He'd hoped he was worrying for nothing, that everyone would be fine and it'd just be him. ] So it is spreading. This is the worst buggin' outcome I could think of.

I'm sorry, I'm really... if your healing works, you should talk to Thomas. He might be able to do something with that, I dunno. The guy's a genius, was working on the cure with WICKED before, so...

No, not usually angry unless someone does something remarkably stupid.

[Like, you know, be contagious and walking through an entire city. Not that she blames him, he probably didn't know.

Still.]

I'm talking to a lot of people. Well, listening to a lot of people yell at my boyfriend for him wanting to help me.

[Her voice becomes more gutteral as she speaks.]

[ He grimaces, fights the annoyance that rises because he knows it's out of place. It won't help here, he has to stay calm for everyone else, even when he feel his patience frayed to threads. His first instinct is to get defensive, instead of staying understanding. How had he changed so much in such a short time? ]

Good, keep talking. Maybe something can be figured out here, I don't know. Something froze it before, maybe it can be done again, for people in the early stages. Before everything goes to klunk and you can barely recognize yourself.

My dog's growling at me...do animals recognize this?

[Because that is a concern to her.]

Maybe, I dunno- animals are usually quick to pick up on that kinda thing, aren't they? Maybe he smells the sickness on you, or senses your own aggression.

I don't want to hurt her. Or for her to hurt me.

[An irritated sigh.]

But her growling's making me angry.

Best bet is separating yourself from her, cause I don't have any guarantees on how she's gonna act.

I locked her in another room with some food and water.

[It seems like the safest route to take for both of them.

She sighs, but remembers.]

How are you doing?

[ He sighs, shrugging. ]

Fine, right now. It just... comes and goes. Sometimes I'm alright, and the next it's like something snaps in me and I lose it. It's getting worse by the hour, probably doesn't buggin' help that I'm frustrated.

[ But that frustration is probably the Flare, too. How much is his own personality and how much is the Flare, now? ]

[So she's progressing in the same way.]

Me, too.

[She gets it, Newt.]

That's... incredibly buggin' fast. [ That's enough to get him worrying more. ]

It took me three weeks to get to the point I'm at now, but you saw me yesterday and you're already that far gone?

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Th-three weeks?

[And she's already evidencing symptoms...]

Maybe it's because I'm a healer...my healing powers might be forcing it on faster...?

[She's not sure how to react to that knowledge.]

Christ, I'd think it would slow it down. Could be your brain's incredibly over-stimulated, that's what causes the disease to spread, or at least that's what WICKED told us. I know it's not worth klunk to say but I'm really, really sorry. I never wanted this to happen.

[Over-stimulated. Well, yes, that's a good way to put it. Or bad way, as the case might be.]

It's not your fault. I'm not blaming you - I hope no one else is, either! It's something that happened.

I don't blame 'em for blaming me. [ And there's definitely a few that are pointing fingers. They justify him pointing the finger at himself, really. ]

If it weren't for me comin' back, this wouldn't be happening in the first bloody place.

Then blame the Porter. You didn't know you were going to bring this here.

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