[Jason is not exactly a stable sort of resource. It's not unheard of that he might take his time pinging back into Carrie's inbox and her life. He's been busy. Hunting down militant assholes and whatnot. By now, he's back on planet and the sickness on Leith is old, if still pretty ominous news. That it's made its way to Westerley is less widespread in a public way. Isolated breakouts and fearful whispers scattered amongst the celebrations, but also not a hard logical leap to make. All those migrant workers coming home—it was only a matter of time.
Utterly without preamble—]
Enjoying the party?
[Harvest week is a big deal. He's not native to the quad at large, but he can understand the general idea. Not often the bottom rung gets a celebration. (Also makes for a great place to stage a bioattack. Among other things.)
[ !! a text from Jason is like a gift, considering how scarce they can be. Her responses are usually pretty quick, but today there's at least a five minute lag on her end.
Inevitably, though: ] having the time of my life
[ Not quite true, but she imagines he's well versed on the creeping infection. He always knows his stuff. ]
did you bring me a souvenir? [ from... where ever he was ]
Must have lost my postcard in the mail when they locked down the moon.
[Epidemics really messing with those delivery dates, y'know. (Probably better off without it, all things considered.)]
Am I interrupting?
[Five whole minutes, that's probably uncharacteristically long enough to Point Out. Not that it makes a big difference in this case, but, you know, he's not above yanking her wings over it.]
[Distracted texting, the real superpower of teenagers everywhere. Apparently it's mutual, because he takes a little longer than usual to return fire.]
Super. I just tossed my third drunk out of the ring for getting frisky, I think I'm gunning for the high score this year.
[But, y'know. Also. Getting slightly more to the point—]
Might want to reconsider your plans. Seems like the enthusiasm might be catching already.
[No one's keen to say it outright lest it spark a panic. But maybe a few of those drunks were starting to look a little peaky. Acting a little weird. And if he's feeling off he doesn't seem inclined to share, just to tip her off if she hasn't spotted it around just yet. Not that he'll be following his own warnings for much. No one ever called him a good example.]
[ oh, she has definitely spotted it around... but on the list of things to take seriously, it's a little lower than it should be. still, if jason's taking an interest, she's taking an interest. ]
oh yeah, the kinda enthusiasm that ends in a trip to the crank house? been seeing some of that any tips
[ that's a little half-hearted; she's on a constant lookout for whatever advice he can offer, but dealing with a blossoming outbreak isn't really her ideal use of time ]
[Sorry crazy people epidemics aren't super exciting Carrie. Helpfully—]
Don't catch it.
[Useless. His interest tips a little conspiratorial but there's not a lot to go on just yet, so he's keeping it under wraps. (Maybe in a few days when the warrant drops, I timed this thread badly by not thinking anything through as usual.)]
I'm pretty sure I could still take you if you decided to go off your rocker, but I'm a busy man, I've got other things to do with my time.
anyway actually breaks this in for the au space future. idk, late week 3
Utterly without preamble—]
Enjoying the party?
[Harvest week is a big deal. He's not native to the quad at large, but he can understand the general idea. Not often the bottom rung gets a celebration. (Also makes for a great place to stage a bioattack. Among other things.)
Also: hi. He's alive, btw.]
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Inevitably, though: ] having the time of my life
[ Not quite true, but she imagines he's well versed on the creeping infection. He always knows his stuff. ]
did you bring me a souvenir? [ from... where ever he was ]
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[Epidemics really messing with those delivery dates, y'know. (Probably better off without it, all things considered.)]
Am I interrupting?
[Five whole minutes, that's probably uncharacteristically long enough to Point Out. Not that it makes a big difference in this case, but, you know, he's not above yanking her wings over it.]
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who me? nah you know me never busy at all
[ she is super busy, but basically never so busy she can't text. if she's not texting, please assume death. ]
what's up? anything good?
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Super. I just tossed my third drunk out of the ring for getting frisky, I think I'm gunning for the high score this year.
[But, y'know. Also. Getting slightly more to the point—]
Might want to reconsider your plans. Seems like the enthusiasm might be catching already.
[No one's keen to say it outright lest it spark a panic. But maybe a few of those drunks were starting to look a little peaky. Acting a little weird. And if he's feeling off he doesn't seem inclined to share, just to tip her off if she hasn't spotted it around just yet. Not that he'll be following his own warnings for much. No one ever called him a good example.]
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oh yeah, the kinda enthusiasm that ends in a trip to the crank house? been seeing some of that
any tips
[ that's a little half-hearted; she's on a constant lookout for whatever advice he can offer, but dealing with a blossoming outbreak isn't really her ideal use of time ]
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Don't catch it.
[Useless. His interest tips a little conspiratorial but there's not a lot to go on just yet, so he's keeping it under wraps. (Maybe in a few days when the warrant drops, I timed this thread badly by not thinking anything through as usual.)]
I'm pretty sure I could still take you if you decided to go off your rocker, but I'm a busy man, I've got other things to do with my time.
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it was worse over there right?
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[Loudly implied in that, what are the odds that sprang up naturally out of the blue? He wouldn't put money on it.]
Leith's nowhere near as densely populated as Old Town is by a long shot, even with the migrants around.
[Fewer people, better conditions, better medicine. Not very hard math to do.]
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okay that's a little worse than she feared; if that was Leith, things don't bode well for Westerly ]
what have you got on the spread? airborne?