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[lonelynotforsaken]

[ LO431Y | VOICE | 001 ]

[Martin's day isn't going well. And he's shouting as loudly as Squalo had been on the first communication. He's also very clearly running.]

May day! May day may day may day! Oh, god! Oh, god! May day! There's- Drone. Electricity spikes. Oh, god! East jungle. Close to shore!

[His responses to things may be delayed depending on whether or not he can escape the thing.]

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text | callsign: DI481O

[salamanca]

Cameras? For what, do you think? How do you know?

[ Some of us are actively faking our own deaths and don't need our very alive image captured anywhere, thanks! ]

text | callsign: DI481O

[cactusy]

I don't know, but they're behaving like surveillance drones. Not much point in surveilling if there's no footage for actual human beings to use.

[salamanca]

[ Well, the logic is solid. He can't argue with her, even though what she's saying makes his blood turn ice cold. He hasn't see any drones yet, which, he hopes, means they haven't seen him. ]

Ever read Slaughterhouse Five?

[ Lalo has, but not in years; it was required reading in high school or he wouldn't have bothered. This woman seems bright, though, and he can guess she's relatively educated. He trusts she'll get the implication, but if not, he's happy to spell it out for her. ]

[cactusy]

If we're in a zoo on Tralawhatever, I'm going to take my chances with the ocean and swim for it.

[salamanca]

Ha! Might join you.