[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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[devoutish]

[Well damn, that's a good point.]

Not that I trust them much, but we might consider asking the Admin and the rest of them about this. Their responses will be telling.

[termineur]

She told me they had no records for my surgery when I showed her video of where we were. For once, she was seeing what we were.

[devoutish]

Did you video the wounds?

[termineur]

[ He sends the video Alfie's way. ]

That's as much as I have. If anyone recorded the surgery feed, they'd have a better view of it.

[devoutish]

No, I'm asking if you sent video to the Admin. Was she able to see the wounds? Anything?

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[termineur]

Yes.

[ Frustrated, he switches to private and then sends Alfie the whole conversation. ]

She could tell there was a 'surgery'. Maybe it wasn't the same as what we experienced, but it was more than nothing.

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[devoutish]

I'm not trying to tell you that I think it was nothing.

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[termineur]

I want it to be nothing. I don't know what the rest of this means.

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[devoutish]

We need to find out, if we can, what it really was. This whole fucking place might be a hallucination, yeah? Questioning what this looked like is not an insult to what you went through.

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[termineur]

[ The response is slower to come than usual, a couple minutes delay instead of a couple seconds. ]

I didn't think you were insulting me, Alfie. It's important to figure out what we can.

The Admin was willing to give me at least basic descriptions of what was done to me for my impulse control procedure. Maybe she'll do the same for this.

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[devoutish]

Yeah.

You don't need to be a part of this, if you don't want to be.

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[termineur]

Usually figuring things out helps distract me from the existential dread here. But I might need a few days this time.

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[devoutish]

Take it, then. No reason you can't.

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[termineur]

Okay. Maybe I will.

You're heading back to Royce?

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[devoutish]

I won't get to him for a few days.

[Which is absolutely killing him, but.]

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[termineur]

That's too bad. I know you both could use the company right now. If I could get you to him faster, I would.

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[devoutish]

Not much point in talking about something that's impossible. It'll be four, five days.

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[termineur]

If those tunnels are still open, it might not be impossible.