[phone call to everyone; day 43 afternoon]

[w_w_t_k_d]

Hey. Blue Beetle here once more, reporting for...uh, well. Flood disaster duty. If you've looked outside or checked out your basements at all, you've probably noticed how we're all gonna have to start swimming soon if we don't start figuring something out. Not an ideal situation unless you've, y'know, suddenly sprouted gills, which could be

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[coffeecoffeetea]

That is generous of you. I'll check our supplies and see if we can make any more trades. I have already visited that person you mentioned.

[w_w_t_k_d]

Nah, I'm a superhero, I-- [...oh. HEY ROOMIE.] ...er, I just help out. My job, y'know.

Oh, uh, great! Are the supplies at your house enough?

[coffeecoffeetea]

[There is a sarcastic snicker at him saying that.]

Yes, I do know.

And yes, I traded in those sardines and other things none of us are going to eat for cereal and the like. I think we can live without milk if we have to.

[w_w_t_k_d]

[Crap. Jaime should probably tell him one of these days, shouldn't he?]

Good, good. As long as you've got some kind of food, you should be okay. Take care, all right?

[coffeecoffeetea]

[Well, he already figured it out and knows all about why secrets exist, so he's good.]

Yes, you as well. I'd better not hear anything about you rusting or drowning.

[w_w_t_k_d]

You won't, Officer Thomas. Promise.

[coffeecoffeetea]

Good, Blue Beetle.

[He holds back a laugh.]

[w_w_t_k_d]

[Jaime chuckles.]

Hope to see you soon, Officer.

[coffeecoffeetea]

Same with you.