IC Contact: thisavrou

[notglitching]

ACE Messages:

There's no greeting voice when your call goes to message—only a short period of static. Or is it whirring? Either way, it might not be the device causing the sound.


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text; encrypted - early Feb 12th

[gridfather]

[ Their last one on one encounter hadn't gone well, and Flynn knows this very well might go a similar route. Still, he's not shackled to his pride, and there's freedom--and peace, even--to be found in accepting that everything but himself is out of his control. Rinzler will do what he feels is best for himself in turn- and there's no fault to be found in that.

The most polite thing he can do now is to be direct. ]

Rinzler, I have extra mission details and some equipment I'd like you to have.

all the text and all the encrypted

[notglitching]

[What users say can't be trusted. What users give, even more so. Rinzler stares at the ID that pops up on his ACE in immediate suspicion. He doesn't need anything $flynn might give. And mission details?

...this had better not be a waste of time.]

Clarify.

text; encrypted

[gridfather]

[ Well, he responded. He'll take that. ]

Recent updates to the map, the rest of our Cerebro findings, and batteries for the trip.

[ And before Rinzler can say no, ]

Alan is going with you. We both have a common interest in seeing him through this safely. What I'm offering will help you help him. Do you mind if we shelve the discord until this is over?

text; encrypted

[notglitching]

[The promise of data might be tempting, but Rinzler does bristle in short order, moving to type an immediate rejection. He isn't some stray begging for the Creator's scraps. He doesn't need his enemy to feed him—

...

Then the second part appears on screen. There is. A lag.]

I didn't say I was going.

[He might not be. He hasn't even talked to Clu.]

text; encrypted

[gridfather]

[ Breathing out the mild exasperation. ]

Doesn't change anything. It's yours regardless.

[ Like he'd rescind something so important. ]

text; encrypted

[notglitching]

[And the potentially toxic fumes!]

Why?

[He can't help Alan-one if he's not there. Can't serve any of the "Creator"'s needs—and under any other circumstances, with any less at risk, that might be reason to avoid going.

...

The message deletes unsent. There's another long delay.]

Content: findings?

text; encrypted

[gridfather]

[ He's bumming a rebreather between safe areas! For now...

Also he still cares about your safety, dummy. ]

We didn't just find the others. I asked Alan to look over the data, in case we missed something.

Mother is here, too.

text; encrypted

[notglitching]

[...

Immediately:]

Location.

text; encrypted

[gridfather]

Deep.

[ An image file accompanies the text, a section of station map with an ugly, viral-yellow blotch. There aren't any markers to give away just where she is in relation to them though, so he continues, ]

I'll be in medical.

[ Here, kitty kitty, don't let the fumes in when you arrive. ]

--> action!

[notglitching]

[It's obvious bait. But Rinzler can't afford to care, not when a threat that's wiped two systems already is nested somewhere under theirs.

Less than a minute later, Flynn will hear a ticking growl at the door. Rinzler does respect quarantine, and he'll do what he needs to keep the entrance sealed as he enters.

He will, however, do so quickly.]

action!

[gridfather]

[ The air quality sensor he's calibrating beeps when Rinzler enters- looking as though he'd rather be anywhere else. Flynn is not to be deterred, and is honest when he says, ]

Glad you made it, man.

[ Launching ahead, he'll just give his ACE a quick swipe, the station map winking to life on the wide display above the counter. There's their possible route to the other survivors, and there is where Mother lurks, a stain on the structure. Part of the pathway setting off in her direction seems more concrete, Erik and Shepard's careful notes incorporated into the whole. ]

We made two passes with Cerebro, just to be sure- couldn't risk her sensing the rest of us through the link. A team set out to gather more information, but had to turn back when the system started failing.

action!

[notglitching]

[If the expression behind Rinzler's mask is locked out of sight, it's not hard to guess from the bristling that meets Flynn's welcome. But—surprisingly, to Rinzler—the user doesn't waste much time. Data rezzes in a clear projection, and Rinzler steps closer, helmet turning to absorb the information.

Spoken, and shown. We. A team.]

Team composition?

[Who else knows?]