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[wrackful]

Any way to get a map on this thing? Directions? If anyone's even seeing this.

Crap.

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[selfimage]

Get lost?

[ life has been difficult without tracking spells, but he's managed so far.

he wouldn't mind a map of the city. ]

[evenslimmer]

You mean like GPS?

[ Scott sincerely hopes not. ]

[wrackful]

What gave it away.

[wrackful]

If that'd help me figure out where the hell I am, sure.

[vns]

This is Gaby.

Which one are you?

[selfimage]

Honestly?

"Crap."

[wrackful]

You mean which one of the mystery human experiment strangers you've been putting up, or which one of the got split from the run for your lives there's a giant monster tour? Because there being more than one for the latter might make me feel better.

Murphy. For both, technically.

[wrackful]

Good to know I can fully express my feelings about crappy situations over text.

[vns]

I'm impressed you think I'm bothering to keep count right now. Times are rough.

I'm not.

There anyone who'd know you by looks?

Describe your surroundings. I'll see if there's anyone around here who's kind enough to come retrieve you. Don't hold your breath.

[wrackful]

Trust me, I'm not. That's why I was asking for directions. I wouldn't know how to describe these buildings anyway, they all look the same.

[selfimage]

Well, at least it's not a "shit" situation.

[evenslimmer]

It's trilateration of a receiver via satellite signals.

But if this thing's capable of receiving those kind of signals, it might also be trackable.

[ He's 100% paranoid it's trackable. ]

[vns]

Look for words. Directions won't mean anything if I don't know where you've gotten off to.

[vns]

If you all could be traced, you'd be locked up and doped up all over again.

This is Gaby. You can check in with me face to face and run all your paranoid theories by me. I'm excited to hear them.

[ no.

no, she is not fucking excited. ]

[deployed]

What the hell happened?

[ three guesses who this is ]

[wrackful]

[Wow, way to call out his CW limited swearing.]

What can I say? I've been in worse.

[wrackful]

The usual. Got roadblocked by a bunch of guards, had to take a detour, then everyone else was gone.

[wrackful]

Carpenter's. Fusion Continental. Grove something. That's all I can see from here.

[vns]

[ if only they had their damn implants up and running the right way. ]

Use Fusion Continental as your guide. Head past it, up the path. Let me know if you get lost.

[deployed]

Do you have a weapon? Something to defend yourself?

[wrackful]

Against what, the giant monster? I don't think a gun's going to help.

[deployed]

Stay out of it's way.
You should be more worried about the other people on the street. The ones who might be looking for us.

[wrackful]

I can worry about both.

[deployed]

Can you find your way from what Gaby told you?

[wrackful]

I don't know. That street looks clear.

[deployed]

Then go. Fast. I'll try to circle back to you as soon as I can.

[wrackful]

Don't worry. Like she said, I'm not holding my breath.