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"Paul! There you are!" Jenny pops onto the screen looking lovely as usual, but with a haggard edge that suggests little sleep and not enough caffeine. Her clothes are stained with blood -- but not her own, clearly -- and she's got little specks and splats of it all over her skin. With no water to spare to clean up, it's an occupational hazard. Her rifle is draped across her cross-legged knees, and a lone clip of ammo sits next to her like a last desperate gasp of hope.
Still, she looks glad to see him.
"There wasn't enough time to organize a proper safe house, with everyone scattered like they were. There are little groups of us, I think, but nothing I'd risk making a break for."
"Here I am. Hi there, beautiful, you've got some blood showing." This line delivered completely without expression; Paul feels a little too drained to attempt such. And he hasn't even been running around in active combat.
He rubs a hand over his stubbled jaw at her words, pinches his nose.
"Well, it's make a run or stay here on my own, and the bitch of it is I do need to sleep at times, what with not being a fucking vampire or a fucking superhero or a fucking demi-god or a fucking dragon or a fucking alien or a fucking genetically engineered supersoldier. Just being in the presence of other people who I might be able to arrange sleeping in shifts with could make the difference on the number of days I continue to breathe, blink, and suffer nicotine withdrawals."
Paul rubs at the bridge of his nose again at Jenny's words.
"In Speares. At my shop. I appreciate the gesture, but I'm not entirely helpless, Jenny-- I just need to be somewhere with other people rather than trying to hold one building by myself..."
Pride was warring with intellectual knowledge. Don't go risking yourself to come get me, I'm a goddamn FBI agent vs the knowledge that Jenny was... whatever the hell she was...
"...if you're insisting on escorting me I guess I can't refuse that and come off as halfway intelligent," he admitted grimly. "But if you're running low on ammo-"
He paused, head snapping up, looking away from the screen. A noise...
"Hold that thought," he muttered more quietly to Jenny as he picked up his gun and moved away from the tablet.
There was no mistaking how hard the past month had been on Glitch, even in the flicker of candle light. He was paler than ever aside from the dark circles around his eyes, and his expression was blank in a way that had little to do with a wandering mind. If anything, he was too focused.
"Tampa and Trick," he whispered. "We're...I dunno, waiting. Looking for some magic something to help."
It was evident that even the eternal optimist was having serious doubts about this.
ooc: this is skipping so. many. unthreaded things but HI PAUL :D
"Tara Maclay's store?" Paul clarifies, although where the hell else would Glitch be talking about.
"Alright. Good as any place to aim for, I guess-- I know where it is, which is a lot better than trying to navigate solely by the map."
Neither of them are bothering with anything resembling banter, or even hellos, apparently. He's fine with that. Paul's silent a moment, then asks the question he has to-- doesn't want to, but has to, just to get it over with.
Glitch nods at the clarification, then shook his head. "They're...it's all...you're better off there, y-you should stay, or find somewhere closer. We only made it 'cause we had the bike."
And DG was fearless and reckless again and this time it'd paid off, and they'd been safe. Not like--
He wanted to just parrot Paul's words and confirm without thinking about it, but all he could do was mouth them as sound didn't come. His mind kept rejecting the truth of it and what he'd done.
"Just the kid and the zipperhead," he said instead, a different sort of echo.
Paul absorbed what Glitch was saying (and what he wasn't), absently worrying his lower lip.
"Who's there with you? DG, yeah, and I'll guess Tara-- who else? You guys got anyone who can use a gun?"
Cain could have. But Cain's dead. Paul puts that in a box; puts it at the back of his skull, where it can't get in the way right now. He'll tell Glitch he's sorry for his loss later. If there is a later. If any of them survive.
Jesus Christ, abducted from a thousand worlds to an alien city a million miles away from anything known just to die in a zombie apocalypse...
"I can't stay here, Glitch. I'll see about hooking up with a closer group but our only option here is safety in numbers, you follow me?"
Even with only being able to glide instead of fly, Elisa's mobility was enough to largely keep her safe. Nights, at least, were being used to check for those still out there. She didn't know many of them, but it didn't matter. They were all in this together.
"Paul?" she asked as she turned her tablet on. "I think there's a few spots left..."
"Elisa," Paul says in weary acknowledgment, with a nod for the woman. "You're answering my broadcast, so I can assume you're more or less okay for a given value.
"Do you know where any of these spots might be? I'm in Speares."
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Still, she looks glad to see him.
"There wasn't enough time to organize a proper safe house, with everyone scattered like they were. There are little groups of us, I think, but nothing I'd risk making a break for."
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He rubs a hand over his stubbled jaw at her words, pinches his nose.
"Well, it's make a run or stay here on my own, and the bitch of it is I do need to sleep at times, what with not being a fucking vampire or a fucking superhero or a fucking demi-god or a fucking dragon or a fucking alien or a fucking genetically engineered supersoldier. Just being in the presence of other people who I might be able to arrange sleeping in shifts with could make the difference on the number of days I continue to breathe, blink, and suffer nicotine withdrawals."
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"Alright. Where are you?" She picks up the last clip of ammo and loads it into her gun.
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"In Speares. At my shop. I appreciate the gesture, but I'm not entirely helpless, Jenny-- I just need to be somewhere with other people rather than trying to hold one building by myself..."
Pride was warring with intellectual knowledge. Don't go risking yourself to come get me, I'm a goddamn FBI agent vs the knowledge that Jenny was... whatever the hell she was...
"...if you're insisting on escorting me I guess I can't refuse that and come off as halfway intelligent," he admitted grimly. "But if you're running low on ammo-"
He paused, head snapping up, looking away from the screen. A noise...
"Hold that thought," he muttered more quietly to Jenny as he picked up his gun and moved away from the tablet.
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"Tampa and Trick," he whispered. "We're...I dunno, waiting. Looking for some magic something to help."
It was evident that even the eternal optimist was having serious doubts about this.
ooc: this is skipping so. many. unthreaded things but HI PAUL :D
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"Alright. Good as any place to aim for, I guess-- I know where it is, which is a lot better than trying to navigate solely by the map."
Neither of them are bothering with anything resembling banter, or even hellos, apparently. He's fine with that. Paul's silent a moment, then asks the question he has to-- doesn't want to, but has to, just to get it over with.
"Cain's dead, isn't he?"
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And DG was fearless and reckless again and this time it'd paid off, and they'd been safe. Not like--
He wanted to just parrot Paul's words and confirm without thinking about it, but all he could do was mouth them as sound didn't come. His mind kept rejecting the truth of it and what he'd done.
"Just the kid and the zipperhead," he said instead, a different sort of echo.
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"Who's there with you? DG, yeah, and I'll guess Tara-- who else? You guys got anyone who can use a gun?"
Cain could have. But Cain's dead. Paul puts that in a box; puts it at the back of his skull, where it can't get in the way right now. He'll tell Glitch he's sorry for his loss later. If there is a later. If any of them survive.
Jesus Christ, abducted from a thousand worlds to an alien city a million miles away from anything known just to die in a zombie apocalypse...
"I can't stay here, Glitch. I'll see about hooking up with a closer group but our only option here is safety in numbers, you follow me?"
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"Paul?" she asked as she turned her tablet on. "I think there's a few spots left..."
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"Do you know where any of these spots might be? I'm in Speares."
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