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[The entry opens with a soft, sweet, high-pitched voice that will be familiar to those who'd explored the ruins of the spaceship in the wastelands, or anyone who'd heard her suggestions during the item swap or over the past week or so while people have been coming down more sick. She's humming a bouncy little song, at first almost absently, and then with a bit more spirit and energy. After a few moments of humming, the voice trails off into a soft 'mmmm' before she goes quiet.]

Good morning cats and kittens. Have you all been resting up? I hope so.

[Another few little hums, and a laugh, but when her voice comes back, it's sombre, with a harsher edge to it.]

I sure hope you have. You're all gonna neeeeed it.

[Another little laugh, more breathy this time.]

You have a big problem, and I'm here to help. But you have to help me first.

[When she finishes, her voice is much softer.]

I just want you all to live.

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[ Cats and kittens...? He could only assume this had to do with the space plague, but ]

What is it ya need help with?

You're the gal talkin' about quarantine, aren't ya? Haven't really gotten the chance to do the meet and greet.

[That's met with a tinkling little laugh that turns a little ugly toward the end. Bitter.]

Quarantine is the kindest option, don't you think? Or would you rather throw them all outside the dome?

[A sharp little inhalation.]

Or would that be better? What do you think?

Uh... ain't it radioactive and shit outside? I mean, I'm no medical professional, but in my experience, step one's takin' precautions and tryin' to help people get back on the mend.

I thought ya needed help with something?

Sure it is! Getting them back on the mend is ideal but we don't always get ideal, do we? Do we?!

[A pause, and a breathy laugh.]

We never do.

[Her voice does, at least, perk up at that last part.]

Right! Yes, thank you for reminding me, Gorō. What would you say your strongest skill is?

Majima, if ya please.

[ While he hadn't given out his... well, given name to anyone here, it occurred to Majima that it was entirely possible someone had rooted through his shit before he'd had a chance to reclaim it. ]

Depends on the situation, I guess. People tell me I'm a quick study.

Oh, I'm sorry! What a faux pas. Majima it is, of course.

[Her voice is warm, and when she speaks again, it's very bright and energetic.]

How exciting! A quick study is exactly what I need. Do you have any other skills? Are you a fighter? Do you know about plants? Can you do robotics? Anything is useful.

[ Hm. ]

Yes, in a manner of speakin', and I got no experience in that kinda thing. Sounds like there're a couple of people already workin' in R&D who'd be a better choice.

Does this have to do with holdin' this place together? Seems like it's about fallin' apart at this rate.

You.

[He sounds quietly furious at this recognizable voice on the other net of the network, to say the very least.]

After what you put some of us through with those 'gifts' you kept pestering us to return, why should we bother to help you?

[There's a little squeak at that, and then a huff.]

What I put you through? I thought you'd like it.

You didn't like what I gave you? What would you have wanted?

What you gave me was a necklace belonging to a madman! He threatened me the moment I tried to give it back!

Well, that was rude!

[She sounds genuinely offended on Carlisle's behalf.]

I don't get it, I'll never get it, I don't understand how humans can treat each other like this. Or maybe he wasn't human? I get these things so mixed up sometimes...

It's not about being human. It's about you giving people things that don't belong to them. Maybe he didn't want anyone knowing about that necklace. Maybe—

Wait. Did we all get something?

Oh. I thought...

Well I'm sorry, Carlisle. I didn't realize I was doing it wrong.

[A pause, and then an abrupt laugh. It's not an entirely pleasant laugh.]

Of course! I wouldn't only bring some of you presents! I'm not a monster!

I didn't get anything.

[And frankly, he's not sure he wants anyone to find anything of his in the first place.]

You didn't? But I brought you something, I know I did.

If you wanted me to have something, you'd have brought it to me directly.

Were I capable of that, I would.

And why aren't you?

I can speak, but I can't touch. It's frustrating, it's so frustrating, it makes me crazy.

You can't touch, yet you were able to bring us gifts.

I can speak, and there are many things to speak to here besides people. I can ask the net to bring things from the wasteland, but I have no control over where it puts them.

Things from the wasteland? What're our things doing in the wasteland? Is that where you got these things?

Everything that arrives here goes to the wasteland first, and there are systems in place to prioritize. Obsessed with life signs, constantly chattering about life, until I talked to them about things.

So what was it you found from my world, then?

The concentrated precursor to life. Seeds.

Seeds. You brought me seeds.

And what is our big problem, exactly?

[ Ben is extremely skeptical about this whole thing; he does recognize the voice from when Ami's whip had popped up in his room, but he's not holding a grudge. He is, however, extremely worried about the more ominous parts of this message. ]

Edited 2019-11-10 17:48 (UTC)

You haven't noticed? People are getting sick. And sicker. And sicker.

Aren't you worried?

[ When is Ben not worried? But he's not about to admit that to the creepy high-pitched robo voice. ]

And we shouldn't be worried about you?

[ Pardon him if he sounds very uncertain about THAT idea, thanks. ]

I'd like to say you shouldn't but there's a good chance you should. I'll try my best to help but I can't always be trusted.

Wow, creepy weird AND unhelpful all at once. You really hit the trifecta there.

[ BEN. Be nice. It's probably not all her fault.

(probably) ]

Thanks for the warning. I'll be keeping an eye out.

I know, I know, I know. I've heard that before and I'll hear it again and again, in my head, all the curses and crying...

[A pause, and then she speaks again, her voice more stable.]

Just because I can't be trusted doesn't mean I can't help. Will you help me, Ben? Please.

[ Yikeasroni it is only getting worse, huh? Ben is just gonna have to plow through his creeped-out vibes and try to get as much information as he can. ]

Whose curses and crying? Maybe talking about it will help ease your guilty conscience a bit.

[ Pure manipulation right there. He just wants to know what happened, he has absolutely no investment in comforting whatever the hell this voice is. ]

No, I'm not just going to blindly agree to help someone who admits they can't be trusted, when I don't even know what kind of help I would be agreeing to. No way. If you want to work together, you're gonna have to convince me it won't just be making things worse for everybody here.

By "big problem", you talking about the sick? What do you plan to do with them?

[Rey herself hasn't caught anything, but she's seen people carrying what seems to be a normal flu at first. Of course, it's never that easy.]

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What do I plan to do? What do I plan to do?! What do I plan to do?!

[Her voice rises in a sort of combination of offense and panic, getting louder with each repetition, until she goes completely silent for a long time. Then she laughs again, tired and sad.]

I can't do anything. I know that much for sure. Why do you think I'm asking for help?

[Rey's eye twitches at the repetitive response. It's a pet peeve, but nothing she's going to lose her cool over.]

And how are we supposed to help you, exactly?

[ allison doesn't recognize the voice. she does not like what it's saying. ]

What's going to kill us? The illness or something else?

And what do you want?

[When she speaks, her voice is soft, almost maternal, comforting.]

Yes. The illness. I've seen it before, I'll see it again, it happens over and over...

[Silence for a few moments, and then.]

I want hands and eyes and feet so I can help. But that won't happen. All I have is a voice.

[ allison is grateful for some real information, but there's something in the stranger's voice that makes her almost a little sad. ]

What happened the last time?

[ behind her phone, allison smiles ruefully. she has hands and eyes and feet, but no voice. they're complementary. ]

What would you do, if you had a body? How would you help?

Sooo you want our help, but half of us are already sick. Wouldn't it make more sense to help us first, then we can help you??

[This coming from someone who has had a persistent cough for around a week now and still hasn't admitted that maybe she's coming down with something.]

Half of you were already sick before I could do anything, you just didn't know it yet.

[A laugh, though, at that second bit. Maybe the laugh is a little bitter, a little spiteful.]

Hah. Classic chicken and the egg situation, isn't it? I'd like to help you but to help you I need you to help me.

[Julie has to laugh too, but it's like a sharp mimic of the sound their mysterious 'benefactor' makes.]

Okay, if what you need involves more than five people needing to move out of bed you might be shit out of luck.

Yeah, that's great and all, but could you maybe explain how a disease like this was able to not only enter a station as locked down from the rest of the world as this one is, but also spread despite our tight decontamination protocols? 'Cause, y'know, it seems a little too convenient that this whole thing starts, and then you just happen to come along being all 'oh yeah, I'm totally here to help, nothing sketchy about this at all'.

It is sketchy, just, y'know, in case my sarcasm wasn't painfully obvious.

Every system has a flaw, or a few. Didn't one of those flaws enter your room uninvited?

[Her voice is strangely soft, coaxing.]

Don't worry, I understood your sarcasm. Very hurtful, Peter.

[There is no sign of hurt in her voice.]

I understand why you're so quick to jump to suspicion, I really do, but I am not the cause of the disease. We came together, from the same source, but I am not the cause.

How do you know all that? How do you now any of this stuff? What even are you? Like-- I know it sounds like I'm being uncooperative, but you see where I'm coming from, right? You roll in out of nowhere offering to help, but we know nothing about you. What is it that you even need help with?

[ So it has a name now, has it?

The "big problem" she's referring to is the outbreak, obviously. She's been taunting the sick for the past week, so it's clearly on her mind. And that's not even his first grievance with her. ]

You've got a funny definition of helping. What's your game? Who are you?

youre the one who gave us that lost and found puzzle a little while ago right
i remember your voice
if that was you then thanks for returning my whip

unfortunately im not sure how much help i can be at the moment
considering i am sick as heck
but what kind of help do you need

Let's have it, babe: what do you really want?

[There's a smile in his voice.]

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