snowblindrpg | [network] @ASolomons; audio, afternoon of 347 [open]

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[network] @ASolomons; audio, afternoon of 347 [open]

[The recording starts up and Alfie says in a rough, no-nonsense voice:]

Where are you? You're alive?

[There's a brief pause, and then he continues, his tone markedly different - it's a bit softer, but also more tired. Less guarded.]

Where are you? I'm in one of the newer areas; I'm in a funeral home I've never been in. Fucking cultist markings all over the walls-- answer as soon as you can, mate; please.

[Another pause, and then:]

Hello.

[He almost sing-songs his words, but only enough to just barely hide the hardness that lurks underneath.]

Do you know who I am?

[Once upon a time, this disjointed, confusing post was several separate messages. Unfortunately for Alfie, once he hit send, all privacy filters were removed - a consequence of his current death loss. For a guy who prefers private conversations over public ones by a large margin, this will not be fun.]

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[Is that a peace offering? It sounds kind of like a peace offering. He's perking up a little regardless.]

Yeah. I mean, we were, for like two weeks? But we're back now and we've been around.

[Wait, shit. Another wince.]

Uh, sorry I didn't say hi sooner. I got... sort of distracted.

[You know. With things.]

I didn't say hi either, did I.

[So no harm done.]

I guess? But you probably had your own shit going on, I don't know.

[He'd talked to Royce about a fragment of it, perhaps, but he doesn't want to bring that up if the other man hasn't revived yet. God, this is such a mess.]

So, uh, how've you been? Since we're not talking about the other shit.

There's a lot I'm not gonna want to talk about like this. We'll have to come up with a code.

[That's as close to joking as he's going to get right now.]

We've been eating better. Gabriel's been making fires and cooking us food.

Oh.

[Oh. Yes, that's finally clicking, guess who's occasionally slow on the uptake.]

Yeah, okay. The big stuff can wait. Anyway, that's... fuck. Is it stuff out of the grocery store or just heated up rations?

[He's jealous either way. Goddammit, Alfie.]

Grocery store things, I think. I don't know where he got all of it.

It'd have to be the grocery store, right? The rest of the food here is shit.

I think there's a spot or two in the new areas with different sorts of food.

[He's not positive of that, though. He's a little out of touch.]

Yeah, but we're still basically fucked when it comes to getting anything served hot.

[Which is... okay, it could be worse, but like the cold, it wears on him. Everything about this place does.]

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