[ Yeah, reading further into the post gives Will the needed context on just how bad the situation is. Sometimes people just lose all memory of this place, huh? Awesome. Great. He lets out a small sigh. ]
No. I haven't tried to contact him yet. I'm sure he's still in the middle of trying to handle it. Neal sounded...almost aggressive, in his post. Some time had passed, I think.
[ Will takes a sip of his own drink and rubs his chin, reading through the rest. ]
-wait, people are still missing memories from the flood?
[She feels the anxiety as a sharp ache in her stomach, and she takes a little sip of her own Coke, then sets the cup on the floor. Settling back down on her mattress, she curls onto her side, idly stroking whichever dog is nearest to hand.]
[ He swallows his own anxiety down, realizing suddenly that he's really not helping right now. He shakes his head. ]
If I do, I don't think it's anything important. There's no noticeable gaps, no changes in behavior. So- probably just whatever Hannibal smudged out of my brain.
[ The dogs, at least, are doing their part. Winston has gotten up on the bed to settle next to Shaw, being the Dog to Pet for the moment. Jet looks happy enough to lean against her leg. ]
[ He looks her in the eye, letting her scan him. He doesn't want to make it harder on her to do her job, especially while she's rather disconnected. He really is all right, just mildly concerned. ]
Just...surprised. Afte all the times I'd heard that floods set everything right when they were done...
[ He rolls his eyes. ]
Makes me glad I went through so much effort to sort it out, though.
Everybody does say floods are supposed to do that. Kinda makes me wonder if someone's messing with this guy and using the flood as a smokescreen. To be honest--
[Steve gets hungry a lot. And while he can certainly go without food for a long time, it's not pleasant. So, he figures whether they're out for a little while or something happens (though hopefully it won't), it's best to have some food with them.
He offers Will a rueful smile and heads toward the gangplank.] She will be. She's tough. Whatever got her must've caught them by surprise.
We'll be careful.
[He's not normally a careful guy, but he doesn't want to get someone else hurt, of course.]
[Malcolm sounds almost breathless as he comes on the line, a broad, excited smile on his face.]
Will, do you want to go sailing? Like. Not at the marina with Muffy and Binxter or anything, but on a real Victorian sailing vessel on the high seas! My friend Francis was a sea captain in his world and he said he'd take me for a trip on his ship in the Enclosure and he said I could bring someone if I want.
[ Since it's video, Malcolm will see Will stifle a chuckle when the words "Muffy and Binxter" comes up. But Malcolm looks so excited, that Will's smiling rather than smirking by the end of the offer. ]
I haven't been on a real boat in ages, much less a Victorian sailing vessel. Count me in.
I'm so excited! [Exclaimed a little too loud, considering the microphone is plenty close enough to hear him perfectly well.] Francis said to bring a warm coat. Maybe we should bring a blanket too. I'll bring a blanket; I have a blanket. Francis said to meet him outside the Enclosure after the lunch shift.
[ It's not even a question in his mind. He smiles a bit. Even with being in such bad shape, she's worried about him. And her job, yes, but her job is also him. ]
You'd have to be dead. Or stay dead, I suppose. Listen- this whole thing is nuts, I know that we're fighting confusing odds. But I also know how stubborn you are.
But...take a break. You seem like you need it. Me and Winston and Jet'll be here when you get back. I'll let you know if anything else tilts reality while you're gone.
[ The dogs are already arranging themselves around her, getting settled in for some sleep. Will sips at his own Coke. ]
It was more popular than I expected. Which...maybe we should invite some other people to do that again. [ He suddenly laughs, at the both of them. ] But I think we both agree, some crime scenes should be just for the two of us.
...and Shaw, I suppose. Feels like we've got a Victorian-era chaperone, a bit.
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