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[cactusy]

Reese. I think I'm lost in an underground catacomb.

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[cactusy]

room's good. thanks.

[By Shaw's standards, this is practically effusive, but she really is grateful (not to mention a bit surprised) that 2013-era John so readily offered her space. Back then, she was still in her "destroying burner phones and refusing to allow the team to contact her outside of predetermined work hours" era; she's aware that she hasn't actually earned herself much goodwill in his mind.]

[ornithologist]

[ Harold had heard the warnings about the previous stuffed animals they'd taken care of, but he's just fastidious enough to take care of his egg regardless. He's morbidly curious, though he remains cautious enough to keep it at a distance from his computer work station, checking in on it regularly and making sure it's kept warm and safe.

That's all fine until the day he hears a faint cheep and he finds himself stumbling up from his desk and over to the little egg station.

By the time John returns to their library apartment, Harold is fully fussing, hovering over a shoebox that is making loud squawking. ]

Oh-- oh dear.

[ornithologist]

Mr. Carver will be joining us professionally on a trial basis. It was Ms. Shaw's idea.

un: gorgug, text [ during january mission ]

[tinflower]

[ Hello, John. It has been a day or two on the train when you will receive a message on your earpiece: ]

Hi

[ Just that. Hi ]

un: gorgug, text [ still during january mission, a day later ]

[tinflower]

Hey. A friend had a thought about who is running the train and if there's some link between the king there? Can you get access to files that says who decides how things are run on the train?

Do you think it could be a lead?

un: Accelerator; text

[levelshift]

[A little while after everyone is finally off the train, Accelerator is sending a text.]

Yo, I've got some information for you. Really fucking important information.

[He doesn't want to do this, but Connor doesn't remember him and this information is dangerous enough that John should know.]

text via private phone to both John and Harold! putting it here bc of Liv's hiatus

[cactusy]

[She drops a link to this post, then:]

looks like there's a lot of squabbling going on. what's our game plan?

text | un: finch

[ornithologist]

Please stay where you are until I arrive.

And try not to give Mr. Carver any further trouble.

Text | un: f.s

[fortitudosalutis]

Need you to stay out of the subway for a bit


One of my brothers is here. Need to get him settled