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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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lmao sorry he hates...love...

[aluminumandash]

[ Off walkie Rust snorts, boiling with the predictable human stupidity of it. Love a transcendent force. Love object the center of the universe. His patience gone, snapped, and in its place a sense of dislocation, as if his emotions had popped out of joint.

He breathes slowly, recovering himself. Delicacy. The man's worse off than he'd sounded. ] I'll do what I can. [ Said with the force of promise: direct, unwavering. Meant with the same force. ] He'll know what happened here, I'll find somebody to take care of him.

You wanna take a little break, talk about him?

Not here.

[salamanca]

[ Hahahaha! Fuck you, pig! If he has to be saddled with an annoying obligation, then so do you. :) At least his is cute! Kinda. ]

[lonelynotforsaken]

[Jon is an easy topic, one of Martin's favorites. Talking about him means he doesn't have to talk about himself. But there's a longish pause as he works out what to say to someone who has no context for their relationship or their world.]

We met at work. He was the Head Archivist of the research institute where we worked. He's a really dedicated man, throwing himself into his work all the time. Barely stopping to think about sleep or food or... anything else. I've always admired how focused he could be. The last archivist left the place a shambles, so we had to work extra hard to get it back in order when Jon took over. It was hard work... so much to add notes on and file properly, right? [So many worms to run screaming from, doors to avoid, monsters.] Jon never wavered, though. He worked harder than anyone I'd ever met. And he let me make him tea and coffee. Even when he was grumpy and hadn't got enough sleep.

I got sick for a while--[he was under siege in his own home]--and when I came back, he was actually really concerned about me. That's when I realized that all his sharp edges were just him trying to seem a lot tougher and on top of things than he felt. There was so much work to do and he was in charge of it all. I can only imagine how much pressure that must have been. I also ended up finding out he's pretty superstitious... which was really cute. He always pretended he wasn't. [He puts on a faux-posh accent and deepens his voice.] 'There's just no logic in it, Martin! Think critically. Honestly.'