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*A drawing slips under the door. It's two hands holding each other. One has a small dot on their left wrist. The other is yours*

Dotty says thank you. They did not want to die. -C.S.

:)

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*Lee nods*

Yes.

Names are easier to remember than numbers.

I see. Best of luck, then.

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*Ooc: yeah I get bsing*

Thank you. I'm sure Dotty will be fine.

Is that what you’re calling your… test subject?

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*Lee knocks this time*

Do you, uh, have it?

Yep. A few different ones; some seemed to work better on the… tests than others, but you can never fully tell until they’re given to someone with the sickness.

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*After a while, almost begrudgingly, Lee sends back a sticker sheet and a printed out note*

Thank you -C.S.

…Of course.

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*A little note comes under the door. It's a cute.*

I need your help.

You work with cures, right? I have another thing that needs curing

*A petri dish with a "worse air" label*

Couldn't find a cure for this one. Don't want to test it without knowing I can stop it.

Yeah, sure. Give me a bit. I’ll drop by later with a cure.

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Okay? I’ll… do that, if I can. Still not able to get back…

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....can I ask you something?

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Uh… okay?

Why use a triangle for an A?

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....can I ask you something?

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…I don’t know.

What happened?

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....can I ask you something?

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I… don’t think there is one. It was… mainly a way to trick Ko…

The Angel’s idea… I…

I think the only way to truly cure it is death… anything else would have to be… really complex. Like… worse than curing a zombie apocalypse complex.

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....can I ask you something?

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…Sure, Dr Reyes?

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....can I ask you something?

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*Another package. This time it has pictures of a man who had a horrible case of consumption*

He is an ORG prisoner from the raid.

He went to the medbay to get treated for consumption.

*Noa sighs*

Give me a sample of what you used. I’ll have a cure ready in… ah, maybe a day?

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*Another package slides under the door*

Yes, we have. I mistook you for an employee.

Did you see Markus on Valentine's Day night?

Who?

And… I sort of am? I have an ID, at least. Normal staff clearance levels, too.

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*This letter slid under the door.*

Ok.

I'm an intern here

My name is Lee

Do you need my full name?

We’ve talked, haven’t we?

Similar topics of study; you were in Medbay for… ah, something or other.

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*Another package arrives. The last one didn't have any or Markus's body parts, or pictures, or fungus. Maybe this one is trustable too. They seem to have better handwriting this time.*

How do I know I can trust you with my name?

The GSC have been very hostile to my job.

How do I know you aren't a rat?

Hm. Well, that’s simple. You don’t. Although you’re obviously watching me right now…

So, let me tell you what I mean by “can’t leave”. Anytime I get close to a door or window that could let me out, it locks. Portals close. I have no way of leaving the ESC, or for talking to the GSC — save for the few who are allowed in here.

Plus, why would I work in medbay if I wanted all of you dead? That seems pretty counterproductive. And why would the building keep me here, if I wanted to harm the staff? It doesn’t tend to stand for that.

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*A terribly neat package arrives. There is a sparkly pink note inside. The handwriting is horrible, scrawled on like whoever wrote it was just drawing on the note. But it had some recognizable letters*

[Who are you?

What do you mean counterparts? Do I have a counterpart? What were you doing at the ESC?]

*Noa glares at the package for a few moments, unsure on whether she should trust it or not. Eventually, she relents.*

…Noa.

I don’t know what you’re talking about; and I can’t answer your third question without knowing who you are.

Needed the medbay, haven’t been able to leave.

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“…Hm. If you say so. If you need help, do let me know?”

Kieva paces about, wandering the halls, up, down, back again. She was worked up, antsy, her ears tipping this way and that.

Oh... What does she do.

She huffs, crossing her arms as she finds a wall to fall in against. She slides downward to the floor, letting out another breath. Her tail curls around her, head tipping back as her eyes close.

She thinks back on her latest attempt, the experiment... disappointing. Certainly she could figure out the-

Giving her head a shake, she pulls a small mirror from her pocket, peeking at herself in it, making intense, vacant eye contact with herself. She studied her face, leaning close to peer are the smaller details. Her tail thumps upon the floor, once, twice.