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[fireincarnate]

[Jean looks pretty bad, on the surface; her costume is singed and torn, she's covered in blood and gore.

But she doesn't look pained or tired. She's sitting against an ancient oak tree, legs crossed atop dying grass.]

How are things on the Barge? It's getting worse down here - sudden fissures, rabid animals, and I think something's wrong with the atmosphere.

[Private to Philip]

How are you doing?

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[americasdirtiest]

[Mickey looks both pained and tired. And also, oddly, covered in blue paint along with all the blood and dirt. Even though he opens up the channel to speak, he hesitates for a moment before he actually does.]

We could use your ass up here if you got any way of getting back.

[It's reluctant, begrudging. He'd like to say no hard feelings about that whole breaking his bones thing, but... yeah, actually, kind of some hard feelings.]

[fireincarnate]

[Mickey. Her expression twists, guilt laid bare in her features.]

I've tried, but no luck so far. But if I can stop whatever's causing all this, then I figure the Barge will be safe again.

...Is that paint?

[americasdirtiest]

Yeah.

[And he's still mad enough that he doesn't feel the need to elaborate, because that would be too much like conversation.]

The fuck are you doing sitting around talking on the phone, then?

[fireincarnate]

[Once, she would have snapped at him; now, her voice remains steady and soft.] I want to be sure there's a ship to go back to.

[americasdirtiest]

There is. For now.