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Hey, hey, hey! This is Lúcio! Looks like you missed me, so leave a message and I'll get on back to you.

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Hello, this is Ultra Magnus. I am contacting you as per your request prior to the...erm...Riptide Incident.

Are you in need of assistance?

[ again bc captcha boo ]

Uh, yeah. Except, y'know. A little heads up mighta been nice.

[ He reaches a hand into his pocket to retrieve his cigarettes. He doesn't have many left but after flipping the crumpled lid open and peering down at the dozen or so smokes, he glances at Lúcio with a "want one?" lift of his brows while offering him one. The party isn't exactly helping Jesse think about conserving what he's got left. ] ]

Lucio! My musical friend! I have a request of you, for someone who is in need of cheering up.

[Here's hoping you have "the classics", Lucio bro.]

[Despite the front door remaining locked and very little else in the room disturbed, a small heap of... something is settled on Lucio's bed.

Clumsily arranged there, he'll find: a shirt, a few ketchup packets, and contact lens that allows the wearer to see a display of what is on their MID.

On top is a note:]

'tis a gift from the skeleton of inadvisable mistakes. be good, kid.

-s

Edited 2016-10-22 00:50 (UTC)

LUCIO LUCIO LUCIOLUCIOLUCIOLUCIOLUCIOLUCIOLUCIOLULULULULULULULULULULULULULULUCIO

[Someone has figured out the talk to text function on the MID]

yo are you still alive 
are you still a goddamn frog

Lúcio? [A beat.] I would imagine by now you've at least rested since we last saw each other- I'd certainly hope you haven't refused to sit this entire time.

[Trying to joke and make light of how they are now being accosted by alien birds and everyone dead in the Mid-Hub? Yeah, he is, because what else can he do right now?]

lucio im tryping one handed im sorr y hi you do ou do medical right ??/ um are nurses supposed to look like vieso video game people ??/???

Lucio.

Lucio, please, if you're there, answer me. It's Darin.

I need--Shiro needs help.

Please. We just got back from Eosoros.

Where shall we meet?

Thank you for the music. It has been helpful.

[Attached is a file of Shiro cramming an entire slice of pizza into his face.]

Hey Lucio this just happened and I couldnt help showing you Do me a favor and forward this to Doc Ziegler too? Let her know Shiros doing just fine. -Darin

Edited 2017-03-28 05:09 (UTC)

[It will be of little use. He won't hear them. He won't hear a word. He won't know they ever said anything, and he won't ever hear the message. It will bounce harmlessly back onto their TAB, and nothing will be lost or gained. Not very efficient, wasting time on -

This.

I wouldn't give up. I wouldn't have left if I had the choice, and I wouldn't have stopped trying.

But he did. Didn't he.

He'll never have to worry about it again. He'll never have to worry about playing their stupid mind games, about the minefields of conversation, about any of it. How nice for him, right? How nice for everyone!

A hero doesn't give up. Not willingly. But sometimes there are sacrifices that heroes make, and due to their sacrifice, things can progress in some fashion. People can survive, and cheer, and breathe a sigh of relief because the sacrifice achieves some manner of happy ending for everyone. The hero, however, gets something of the short end of the stick, do they not? They never get to know if it meant anything. They never get to know if their sacrifice mattered. They are reduced to hurling a knotted-up tangle of words, of sentiment, of ideals, into a future in which they no longer exist and hoping that something will stick.

But he isn't the hero.

And they'll never be something worth SAVING.]

[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.]

Hi, this is Kelly Ann. I've been helping out in MedBay, just doing scut work. I don't have a lot of experience in this stuff though and was wondering if I could ask a few questions about it. I saw your name on the signup sheet so I figured I'd ask you.

where the hell are ya 
not that i miss your smelly feet or your farts that smell like a shrimps asshole
but just wonderin

What do you know of restoring memories?

[Just...out of the blue. Yeah. Nice to see you too, Chara.]

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[VOICE]

cont'd from the event!

audio;

ON TOP OF HIS BED (backdated to 10/1)

[TEXT] Sometime near the end of the Ingress research plot

text; i have been thinking of this for like a week

audio;

text | sometime after he gets back from trauma mission