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[aluminumandash]

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[ After the message (warning?) has blared two successive times, Rust waits about an hour and sends: ] Progress on locating unauthorized transport?



[ OOC: Threadjack to your heart's content! ]

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[lonelynotforsaken]

[There's a decision to make here. He doesn't want people worrying about him unduly, and he doesn't actually like being talked down to. But then, all of this, whatever is going on, might be his fault. Being open about his situation and what he's willing to do... that could be dangerous. And even if this man is being scornful, he's not giving bad advice. Martin keeps a well-practiced, neutral tone to his voice.]

I'm taking care of it, for sure! I definitely want to make sure it stays in as good a shape as I can keep it. I don't know how many other people arrived with something like it, so I know it's important. And I'm... sort of squeamish, I guess? I mean, it really depends on what it is. I don't like worms, but spiders are cute.

[When they're not evil.]

rip martin...

[aluminumandash]

[ That is some fucking way of talking about animals, but more to the point: ] I mean about killing.

[lonelynotforsaken]

I'm not going to use it to kill anyone!

text | callsign: DI481O

[salamanca]

Don't listen to him. You won't have to kill anybody. Keep heading North! There's two of us here. Sounds like we might not be too far from you.

[lonelynotforsaken]

Um... okay! I've got a little bit of food I can share. It's not much, but I'll keep looking along the way. Oh, and some aloe, in case anyone gets a sunburn. The other person with you, though, their name isn't Jon, is it?

[Is he just ignoring his radio? Is he too injured to use it?]

[salamanca]

Jon? [ The voice on the other end of the walkie sounds puzzled. ] Oh! Uh, no. Some kid. A teenager. [ Have a sad-sounding, "woe is me" voice. ] About my stepson's age. [ He sounds very pained at being separated from his family!!! ]

[lonelynotforsaken]

Wait... it's not- the kid who asked us all to sound off with our locations, is it?

[He's not sure he wants to meet up, if yes.]

[salamanca]

[ There's a laugh, but it sounds like the person on the other end is trying to suppress it, like he doesn't want to laugh but can't help himself.

In truth, the attempt to suppress the laugh is forced, but laugh itself is genuine. ]

Yeah, uh. That's him. [ You can hear the wince in his voice. ] Like I said, I have a son that age, so I'm used to it.

[lonelynotforsaken]

Right.

[There's silence for a long moment. He shouldn't avoid these people just because one of them is wildly annoying. Although, there's a serious temptation.]

Okay. That's... sure. I hope he's a little less... that in person. Guess I'll find out. [The last comment is muttered before he speaks louder.] I'm Martin, by the way. I know he's Kokichi. What's your name?

[aluminumandash]

Animals. [ He says, after pausing like an asshole (to be fair: he's not such an asshole that he holds down the talk button during it). ]

Survival, it's all about self-awareness. Mental awareness, knowing your own limits before you go crashing into them.

[lonelynotforsaken]

Oh.

[Well, he feels dumb now, jumping to that sort of conclusion.]

I don't- I've never hurt an animal. Not on purpose. I don't know if I could for something... fuzzy? M-maybe if it was a fish? I could strap the knife to a stick and do spear fishing?

[That's how that works, right?]

I like sushi?

[aluminumandash]

Yeah, reckon the fish could do with a laugh. [ It's lightly mocking. Dead serious: ] Salt water'll chew through your knife like that.

Fishing's good, though. I can show you how to gut 'em.

[lonelynotforsaken]

[The man can't see Martin pursing his lips at that first comment, but he does that.]

Oh, boy. I can't wait. [Martin huffs quiet.] I-I do appreciate the advice. I'm Martin, by the way. What's your name?

[aluminumandash]

[ A little twitch of his lips at the name. ] Cohle. I grew up like this—not exactly like this. In Alaska. [ Is he more stilted talking about himself than about gutting fish? Absolutely. ]

What do you do, Martin? You a reporter?

[lonelynotforsaken]

[That's such a specific profession to suggest.]

No? I'm an administrative assistant. Archival assistant before that. I've been a librarian before, too.

[He's been a lot of things before, but he'll go with those as the most recent set.]

What do you do, Cohle? Apart from... live the outdoorsy lifestyle.

/threadjacks because he can't keep his nose in his own business

[salamanca]

Hey now! What are you doing? You can't ask a civilian to kill people, man.

[aluminumandash]

Calm down.

[salamanca]

[ Lalo is, in fact, very calm! But it's easy to pretend to flip your shit over text.

Rust can't see it, but on his corner of the island, Lalo is chuckling to himself as he types his response. ]

Calm down?? Calm down??? What the fuck, ese? You're telling this guy to kill people and you want me to calm down?

[aluminumandash]

For someone whos fucking illiterate you type real good.

[salamanca]

[ This is so much fun. Lalo could almost pee himself from delight. ]

Excuse me?

[aluminumandash]

[ Alas, no response. ]

[trialbyliar]

[ don't think he didn't see that ]

[salamanca]

[ Shhhh. ;) ]

not here

[cactusy]

[but she's glad ONE of you weirdos is sane (RIP to her definition of sanity ) ]

[aluminumandash]