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quietly slides back in here | DAY 22 EVENING

[sagittae]

Have you seen it yet?

[ so someone might be a little concerned about all of her friends

[newfoundheroism]

Just did. Was about to text you.

[She's pretty riled up about this, even if it leaves her completely unsure of how to proceed from here - aside from the obvious making sure her friends are okay first.]

It's not right. [UNDERSTATEMENT. but it at least begins to put words to her fuming thoughts.]

[sagittae]

[ thank god, honestly. allison is furious and she just...needs someone to be furious with her right now. ]

are you at home right now?

[ because guess who doesn't trust the network right now. ]

[newfoundheroism]

[They can be furious together. 'Cause this shit don't fly, ok.]

Yeah. Come on up. Unless you want to go somewhere else?

[sagittae]

Inside is probably a safer bet right now, honestly. Make sure it's me before you open up. I'll be over soon.

[ so maybe she's verging on slightly paranoid here, though hardly without good reason. they did just watch several people get murdered on their network. it's one of the many times she's beyond relieved that she stashed as much weaponry from one of kilo's shacks out of the dome as possible, because phasers are great and all but it has nothing on the familiar weight of a gun in her hand.

not that she keeps it in her hand as she walks the streets. instead it gets slipped inside one of the many pockets of the large jacket she arrived with. one hand rests on the handle, the other hand thumbs the silver bullet sitting in her other pocket. it's a constant reminder of what she's left behind back home, the constant state of flux she exists in. are their parents alive? will they still be alive when they (if they) get back? the answers are far too vague for her liking, and now they're killing people to boot.

when she gets to sky's house she knocks quickly. three quick raps in succession, and then her hand returns to slowly turning the silver bullet between her finger and thumb. it's almost subconscious now, whenever she's stressed, scared, nervous or (in this case) furiously angry, her hand seeks out that bullet. tonight is no exception. ]