[thisavrou] MID Messages & Mail

[infailtration]

"Hey, you've got York. Leave me one and I'll get back to you."

Comments

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[a_shadow]

How much would you charge for lessons?

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[infailtration]

Me, teach you something? Hell, I'll trade you for a good spar. I haven't found anyone here to train with suited up yet, no one's got armor quite like ours.

text;

[a_shadow]

Yeah, my boyfriend is starting a business and he was hoping I'd take a central role. It's just I need some experience in infiltration to take the job.

Though he also said for big jobs he could just hire you AND me.

Trading for sparring sounds good though, that's my kind of currency.

Re: text;

[infailtration]

I just got a job with Normandy, but I'm sure I'll have the downtime. What's he doing that he needs an infiltrator?

Re: text;

[a_shadow]

I didn't pry

voice;

[startpoint]

There's someone rattling off the Mother of Invention's classification numbers on the network. I'm going to make contact, thought you should know. I'll tell Tex, too.

Re: voice;

[infailtration]

What?

[ There's a pause as York goes to look... he recognizes it, alright, and has an idea of what Augusta implies but there's no way to know who it is from that. Could be Maine. Could be... the thing that he became. ]

Let me feel this out first.

[startpoint]

[ Her response is delayed, heart in her throat because she recognized the voice that responded to her, one she hadn't heard since he took a clip full of bullets to the throat helping her fight. ]

...York. It's Maine. He talked to me.

[infailtration]

.....he talked?

When did... no, that's not important. Where is he?

[startpoint]

He says he's in the Ingress Complex. I'm going to go find him.

text; sometime after the chaos dies down

[shiro2hero]

[TFW you've been out of coffee for too long and your whole body is starting to rebel...]

No one here happens to know where we put the aspirin, do they?

Or any kind of the same thing.

[... you accidentally hit "SEND ALL" instead of selecting the right amount of people.]

[infailtration]

[ York has no idea why Shiro is texting him -- they only met once, a long time ago, but even if it's a mistake he can help. ]

I've got some painkillers in my first aid supplies. You need some?

[shiro2hero]

... what?

Sorry, who is this?

[infailtration]

Name's York. Mis-text?

I've still got the goods.

[shiro2hero]

Yeah. I... think I sent that to a lot of people by mistake. I'm sorry.

If you need them, you don't have to share.

text;

[sightsset]

Freelancer meeting, library. One hour. We've got some things to work out.

Re: text;

[infailtration]

[ York doesn't answer the message, with how terse it is. He knows exactly what this meeting is about -- the group has some problems, to say the least, and North's gonna try to work through them. He doesn't have anything good to say about that but he'll show, and he'll try. That's all he can do. ]

text; night before the last one whoops

[sightsset]

where are you

[He had a minute to let everything sink in. Now? Time to panic.]

Re: text; night before the last one whoops

[infailtration]

[ three words, but york gets a sense of tone from them and. something happened.
he replies quickly, speed over eloquence. ]

my room

what's wrong?

[sightsset]

[He tries several ways to start the text, ranging from an explanation to a request to meet, but none of it sounds right. None of it feels real. In the end, he picks something that he knows will get the sentiment out.]

don't really want to be alone.

[infailtration]

come over, then. unit 1.

Text

[notyourrookie]

They're gone

Re: Text

[infailtration]

Huh? Who?

Re: Text

[notyourrookie]

Everyone. The room is empty.

Re: Text

[infailtration]

Your room? You mean

[ He never finishes typing that sentence, he's on the move already. Banging on the door to the suite Wash shares with all the others. ]