[network] @jwatson; text; Day 416 [open]

[jumpthegun]

Is everyone awake and alive out there? We woke up last night, but I saw that obituary with all the odd blocks and symbols. Could we take a roll call? Was there more screaming? Sherlock, Mycroft, and I were all out.

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voice

[jumpthegun]

[Wait, what?]

It doesn't look like Rhys, does it?

[Maybe they're getting anomaly versions of each other?]

voice

[warriorscribe]

No, it doesn't look like- anything, but sometimes it's a person. It's almost like it's daring us to try to discover what it is...

[jumpthegun]

Is it... talking? The anomaly, I mean.

[warriorscribe]

No, it hasn't said anything. Are other anomalies talking?

[Could he try to negotiate with this one? Maybe not spend the entire day on the run?]

[jumpthegun]

Yeah. The one that Rhys met said something about a white room. Are you in a position to try to talk to the one after you?

[warriorscribe]

Like the places underground? I...I don't know.

[Over a year of being unable to truly reason with even the most intelligent anomalies they've encountered, and his memory of his mistake with the Lucifel-anomaly that cut him off from Clayton forever, make him reluctant to try. If the same thing happens with Beckett, he doesn't know what he'll do.]

[jumpthegun]

I think so, but we don't have many details, yet. What is chasing you?

[warriorscribe]

It's like a...cloud? A cloud of-

[And suddenly, Enoch yelps and a voice that is incomprehensible, sounding like thousands or millions or more at once, says something indistinguishable, the tablet making the audio crackle with static.

To someone else, he calls:] We'll hide! We have to hide!

[Never mind that hiding from anomalies has never worked. The feed cuts, Enoch taking every measure to avoid detection.]