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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

voice

[gluestick]

Nah, I'd rather just... Stick it out like this. At this rate I'm not gonna have a pleasant death no matter what I do. Think I'd rather starve than go completely bloody crazy. Besides, how can you be so sure you're not gonna get sick?

voice; private

[thephix]

I never get sick.

[What she doesn't realize is that she already is sick, she just hasn't checked her body for the virus yet.

That's going to be fun.]

And if you'd rather a quick death...

[She can do that.]

voice; private

[gluestick]

[ Where Thomas had completely disregarded his plea, complete strangers are offering to do exactly what he wanted. Maybe he should have entrusted it to a stranger from the beginning. He's never been more grateful for a privated conversation. ]

I'll... keep that in mind. Thanks.

voice; private

[thephix]

[Max shakes her head at the thanks, it isn't something she wants for offering something like this.]

Death is not permanent here, a... restart may at least allow you more time while others work on a cure.

voice; private

[gluestick]

Honestly? I'd rather stay dead than have to go through this again. Losin' your mind once is enough for a lifetime. Got any way to make that happen?

voice; private

[thephix]

Yes, but I'm not inclined to permanently killing a child.

voice; private

[gluestick]

Even if it's what I want? [ Sounds like Thomas all over again. Why does everyone want to leave him to suffer like this, feeling himself lose it? ]

voice; private

[thephix]

People in situations like these hardly know what they want.

voice; private

[gluestick]

[ He growls, annoyed. ]

Then maybe it'd help you to know that I'd wanted it before I got sick with this bloody disease in the first place.

voice; private

[thephix]

[Max thinks of alcohol poured over open wounds, but bites her tongue against a wince.]

I have no way of knowing if you're only saying that now, to get what you want.