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virens | teilo & anaya

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[Kip's suggestion had been like a light at the end of the tunnel at the time, but now that Anaya has the information in her hands, she feels a little overwhelmed. She wants to help, she wants to mean something in the grand scheme of things -- just as she had meant something once with her research, her academics --, but now that it comes down to speaking up, she chokes. She lingers for a few days, sits on her own with this decision while she waits for the effect of the funeral to pass them by. She even keeps it from Constantin. She'll tell him all about it if this conversation goes well, but if her idea doesn't lead to anything, she will gladly pretend it never happened.

Approaching Teilo, at least, is not the hardest thing she's had to do. Teilo is a fellow scholar, someone she has exchanged pleasant words with before. It's unsure to her if they could be considered friends, the word seems to hold such a weight for her these days, but they are definitely in good enough terms that it's not so nerve-wrecking when she decides to reach out to him by the end of their lunch time.]

Hey-- Teilo, hi. Anaya. [She introduces herself lamely, because they haven't talked in quite a while, and paranoia says that maybe he's a busy man and has forgotten about her by now. She'll save them the awkwardness of having to remind each other, if that were the case.] I want to talk to you about something. Could you... come with me, for a sec? [There's not enough courage in her to talk about this in hushed whispers in the middle of everyone else, even if no one would pay them any mind. She'd much rather take him to the greenhouse and share this with him on the way there, with many less prying ears around.]

#c: teilo #no need to match!! was just setting the scene hehe

Coded Messages || Quinn, Clove & Teilo

[Quinn had been staring at the sealed envelope for what seemed like hours, but couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. He had message Clove the moment he opened the door to his office and found it on the floor. Someone had pushed it through the doorway, probably either last night or this morning before he arrived. It was a nice envelope, seemingly from good quality, having survived the worst of the end of the world. He had contacted Clove to come to his office as soon as possible, before picking up the slick piece of paper and dropping it on his desk. It was sealed with wax, like in the very old days, looking very out of place on his metal desk. It looked like some remnant of the past that was part of ancient history, but could’ve also been a film prop or a theater piece.]

[He couldn’t wait for Clove, carefully curling the wax until it let go of the paper below it, slightly cracked but still in good condition. He opened the envelope, which was heavier than he had expected, and took out a letter. It was parchment, not just paper, not just regular paper, but something that felt stranger and rougher in his hand. His eyebrows lowered as he unfolded the piece and stared at the strange lettering. It wasn’t English, that was for sure. He studied it for moments until he heard knocking on the door.]

Come in! [He called, his gaze not leaving the paper for a single moment, not even to see who walked in. He recognized the knocking though, and he knew from Clove that the other could read when his messages over the PDD were more urgent than normal. He looked up and extended his hand with the parchment.] What do you make of this? [He asked.]

@clove--modius

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[Percy nodded, listening to their final remarks on their testing session. She finished recording information, blood pressure, temperature, all of that, and sent them on their way.

As she closed her files, and gathered her notes, she gave a small wave to one of the other lab technicians that was leaving their shift. As the exited, though, she noticed a young man standing, almost like he was waiting. She has no idea when he arrived. But she doesn’t recognize him, at least not as one of her patients.] Can I help you? [she asks, tucking some loose strands of hair behind her ear.] Are you my next appointment? I didn’t think you were supposed to be here for another thirty minutes... [she turns, starting to look through her files to make sure she didn’t have the times wrong.]