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d107 | 00:03

[partnerinheels]

[Texting and plummeting is a thing.]

FROM: alomar.sheva@cdc.org
TO: d'artagnan@cdc.org

Dropping in. Massive stampede heading direct to camp.

[No pleasantries for him. Sorry!]

[mousquetaire]

[ Does she mean that she's literally dropping, right now?

Also, from his perspective it's been more than half a year since he met her. So the name takes a minute to register. ]

FROM: dartagnan@cdc.org

Stampede? What's stampeding?

FROM: dartagnan@cdc.org

Where are you?!

[partnerinheels]

FROM: alomar.sheva@cdc.org

Strange creatures. One looks like a moose.

[She's heard about the lovely way recruits get to free fall into things (there's no chute anyways), so she's trying to utilize the odd opportunity.

Hopefully it'll save others.

Also fuck texting, she'll switch to audio. The wind nearly drowns her out though, and she has to yell to talk. It beats trying to text, though.]

CALLING: ALOMAR, SHEVA

About to land in the middle of it.

CALLING: ALOMAR, SHEVA

Please tell me I'm not going to end up a splatter mark.

[Not that he, or anyone else, could do anything about that possible outcome.]

[mousquetaire]

[ Moose...? Elk. Mooses are elk. He remembers that from the ship, because there had been a herd of them, dear God. His hand grips his blackglass.

Also, he can barely hear her over the wind, and he doubts she'll be able to hear him. He sticks with text. ]

FROM: dartagnan@cdc.org

You won't, you'll land safely. They make sure of that. You only have to worry about what's around you when you do.

FROM: dartagnan@cdc.org

Please don't get trampled. If you're about to land, then get ready to run.

[partnerinheels]

[She gets the hint when she doesn't hear him reply.]

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[She gets the hint when she doesn't hear him reply.]

<font face="courier"<b>FROM:</b> alomar.sheva@cdc.org

Great. What creature looks like a dinosaur with multiple heads?</font face>

[Because she's seeing some of those and Sheva doesn't want to land near any of those. Or any of them, really.]

<font face="courier"<b>FROM:</b> alomar.sheva@cdc.org

Will try. Piece of cake, right? I'll check in when I can.</font face>

<font face="courier"<b>FROM:</b> alomar.sheva@cdc.org

Just protect those in camp.</font face>

[mousquetaire]

FROM: dartagnan@cdc.org

Hydrocus?

FROM: dartagnan@cdc.org

They're huge. For God's sake, avoid them if you can. You don't need to worry about us, just take care of yourself.

FROM: dartagnan@cdc.org

I'll see you later.

I'm so sorry about html fail!

[partnerinheels]

FROM: alomar.sheva@cdc.org

Yes.

FROM: alomar.sheva@cdc.org

You know I will. You do the same.

FROM: alomar.sheva@cdc.org

Over and out.