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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

[lonelynotforsaken]

[It's several hours later, and Martin is switching to text because his emotional stability is rapidly deteriorating along with his digestive tract. No one needs to hear that. Texting on these takes longer, but it works.]

I think I've shorted out one of the drones.
I used the syringe to put water all over its docking port.
Heard a pop and there's smoke.
Another one's taken off, though.
Not sure if I'll be able to do it for all three with what I have.

> text

[cactusy]

Huh. Good for you.

Any sign of people yet?

[lonelynotforsaken]

No.
I'm going to try the bars again in a little bit.
I'm resting.

[He's being sick, but that feels unproductive to mention.]