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[slayer_not_player]

This is Tillman, I'm not here right now. Leave a message and I'll get back to you.

[Grudgingly:] If it's an emergency, try contacting Simon Silverton, designation zero zero two, zero twenty-nine.

Comments

[player_not_slayer]

If you start feeling fucked up, you'd better go in.

I'm clean, man. People are popping up with it all over the place though.

[slayer_not_player]

[Not even acknowledging that worry. He's a goddamn adult.]

Good, good. Keep your head down, stay in your room. [He sighs audibly.] Nobody knows why this is happening, right? This ship never sleeps.

[player_not_slayer]

[Yeah well if Kable hadn't gone and gotten himself lost and infected, Simon wouldn't be ordering him around like this.

No wait, yes he would be. But its out both a sense of entitlement and worry, okay.

Also Kable isn't the only one ignoring admonishments and worries.]

Nope. Same as always, the S.S. Spacefuck is dicking with us, only now Smiley is trying to act like he's helping people instead of being a massive trolling creeper.

[slayer_not_player]

Let him troll. [Tillman isn't one to check the network with any frequency on a normal day. Having been lost, he isn't aware of any of the recent developments with the lists or anything after. It isn't the kind of thing that would interest him even if he didn't feel like crap.]