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 Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 10:05 am
B0nez had meant to tell Rep THE IMPORTANT THING, first thing, he really had. But they'd been playing moving tetris for what felt like so long that he could have gone for some FPS first off, and Harrison hadn't noticed yet ANYWAY, so as far as he was concerned, he was doing really good...
Harrison quit in the middle, restless, to go do something because all he'd been thinking about was getting off-island, which was fine because it was good he was preoccupied, but it also meant B0nez could not put it off any longer. After Harrison had definitely closed the door and was definitely not popping back in for whatever (and anyway B0nez would know if he was) he messaged Rep.
S00oo00o. W3 sh0u1d t41k, ab0u7 4 th1n8...
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 10:19 am
Rep felt better than he had in ages, with the hoard stowed in a safe place, he had regained an anchor he sorely needed to function, he had to be even healthier than usual as a result he'd found himself thinking because his appetite had increased fourfold, nothing seemed to fill him up. But that was a good thing, he figured, it meant his body was keen and raring to go with a rapid metabolism.
Giving his beard a scratch, he raised a brow at the message from B0nez, before typing a reply, endeavouring not to come across too concerned. Even if he was, B0nez didn't tend to be focused enough to address things without distraction, it had to be pretty important.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 10:41 am
The words appeared on the laptop in a flash of rapid succession, B0nez's flashdrive nestled into the USB.
Ur base c0uld use s0me d3bu88in8 d00d, 1 m34n w3 d1d alr34dy but H00gz33 p1ck3d ^ bu85 1n 4 srs w4y. if h3 f1ndz 0ut th0 h3 15 g0nna fffffrrrr333333444444k.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 10:57 am
Rep frowned in deep concern at what B0nez had to say. Harrison had apparently picked something up from the hoard, and based on the comment that he would freak out if he knew, there was a heavy and sinking dread that the bugs weren't tech speak or metaphorical in the ********." he typed, frowning darkly. "Actual ******** bugs? How many, can you deal with them, are they dangerous? Should I ******** take him to the infirmary right away? How bad is it?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 11:20 am
Yes actual bugs. Definite bugs. Lots of bugs.
H3 h4z 4b0u7 10000000000000!!!! H3 c0uld pl4y bu8 s1n ci7y 0n h15 h34d, 175 y h3z b33n 17ch33. H3 th1nkz h3 ju5t g0t b17 by s0meth1n8. Bu7 th0z3 aR3nt th3 bu8z 1m w0rr13d ab0u7...th3r3z 1 th4tz und3r h15 sk1n. 1tz pr377y h00g. 1tz b33n fsk1n8 w/ h1z f00d b4r. @ +, d3p3ndz... pr0b n33dz 2 g0 y34h bu7 srs h3 c4n7 f1nd 0ut.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 11:42 am
Rep exhaled heavily, rubbing his temples. Well s**t. Infested with bugs, that was just ******** ideal. He'd need to find a way to get him to go to the infirmary and pronto. He knew as well as B0nez did that getting him to would mean ultimately he'd find out and freak out, but it wasn't an option. He'd never compromise Harrison's wellbeing over his emotions.
<> he typed back. <> He thought briefly about Julie and her gruesome demise, and then immediately shut down that thought in icy horror. No. Nope.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 12:08 pm
The thing about bugs though was it usually wasn't just a localized problem, even if Tracey was really good at upkeep...
Y34h m4b33 u sh0uld g3t a bl1ndf0ld 4nd 34rplu8z f1rst. Tr4c33 u d0 4ny sys ch3x???
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 12:24 pm
Rep's look of concern didn't soften even a fraction as he tried to think of a solution to the situation. <>
He hadn't considered his own health for even a second and the mention of Tracey made him pause and reach out to the fallen angel.
<>
he said coolly.
Rep assumed that meant he was fine.
Typing again, he replied. <>
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 3:18 pm
0k 0k r4ck1n8 th4t ^ 2 my b4d455 d3f3ndz.
n33d 2 4sk F34R0z
h0p3 u c4n h4nd13 d1z, ur my 0nly h0p3 d00d.
wh3n3vr h3 g3tz bl00skr33nd 1 shu7d0wn w/ h1m sh1t sux0rz
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 3:35 pm
Rep nodded, <> ******** hell, two of them, both of them were upset by bugs to different degrees, neither enough to be fine with this s**t. And it was his fault. In an ideal world they could sweep this all under the rug with minimal upset, maybe the infirmary had some vaccine concoction like they had for the vines in the famine room. Maybe it would just be some awful time spent in the bogs and not time spent trying to get sanity under control. He felt a lot less confident than he sounded.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 7:20 pm
Harrison reappeared with an armful of books, much cheerier than when he left. He shouldered open the door.
!clear history B0nez prompted.
Harrison dumped them on the bed.
From the books, half of which looked like exotic vacation locales, and from the way Harrison had been talking lately it was a toss-up what he was planning. He scratched his head absently, then gave Rep with a pleased look.
"So? What do you think?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 7:28 pm
Rep cleared the history like a man caught browsing porn as Harrison wandered back. He'd gotten books, travel books and the usual sort of thing they tended to trawl through when looking for a new place to pillage for loot. It was vaguely heartbreaking, and Rep had always been completely ******** incapable of not wearing his heart on his sleeve. The look he gave Harrison was pretty tragic, as if he might die any moment.
"I think." He eyed the books in a forlorn fashion before wincing as Harrison scratched his head - it would have been innocent normally if he didn't know what he knew. "I think we need to go down to the infirmary. I had something I'd been meaning to ask them. It's pretty important."
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 9:36 pm
The expression dropped to mutual concern.
"You feeling okay? Nothing wrong, is there?"
The first thing that came to mind was operation related, but it could just be questions. Hell, it could be anything.
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 5:36 am
Rep shook his head. "Nah man I'm fine, it's just something I can't pass up. It's no like urgent urgent, it's just something I might forget if I don't go ask about it like, very very soon." It wasn't a lie, not really, he did forget things easily and the urgency of the infestation he hadn't been able to judge properly yet.
"It'll be fine."
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 7:09 am
M4yb3 ju57 l37 h1m h4v3 th15 1 th1n8.... B0nez suggested.
But it wasn't like Harrison was going to ignore anything that could be wrong with Rep.
Even though B0nez had been acting weird and now both of them were.
"Alright," he said reluctantly, "Let's head on over."
He waited for B0nez to eject himself, then took the flashdrive out of the laptop, pocketing it.
When they got there the infirmary had a waiting line a mile long. Harrison looked around the line, scowling. "What happened?" He scratched the back of his neck. "There been an attack?"
Instead they both got thrown a shampoo bottle and sent back from whence they came.
Harrison looked at the product suspiciously, then over at Rep as they walked back.
"Guess we gotta come back later. What do you want to do?"
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