[network] @ASolomons; audio, morning of 265 [open]

[devoutish]

The fuck is going on?

[He sounds exhausted, as per usual, and his voice is hoarse and raw - he's been doing a lot of non-stop talking these past few days, trying to keep Royce engaged.]

Right - the lot of you, sound off. What happened, and what needs to be done?

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[headjacked]

Not unless I give him the rest of our wine.

Which -- which I'm not gonna be doing, so please don't take that seriously.

[devoutish]

You keep out of it yourself, for now.

[headjacked]

The cold helps, the moving helps, when it gets hard to breathe and think and function like a normal person.

I won't go out again, but. Yeah.

[devoutish]

[That's... okay. That actually makes him pause.]

Move around the house. Search.

Not being able to breath and think is a fucking terrible state to be in outdoors, here.

[headjacked]

I'll have to go back out eventually, Alfie.

[ Rhys audibly paces, holding a clump of snow to keep him grounded.

[devoutish]

Sure, yeah, but you give yourself time.

[headjacked]

... I think I can promise you that much.