text. (to: spire 3 residents)

[camouflage]

If you're uninfected and you need food: I have a backstock of frozen meat from the monster hunt and cans of fruits/vegetables I scavenged months ago. You can have a portion, come to 701.

If you're infected: I will kill you on sight. You'll thank me later.

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[cashlin]

Uhhhhhh.

[No. But she's thrown shit together and hoped for the best, which almost counts.] Kind of? But I've got the general idea. Walk me through it.

[wow, is this bear jerky... this guy really is well stocked. she's gotta respect that much. lilith grabs some (he was planning to share anyways) and returns to john's side with a couple cans of aerosol-whatever in tow, too.]

You have, I'm guessing?

[camouflage]

A few. Mostly for training. [he also had to make homemade dynamite one time. that had been.....interesting. but before they begin, they'll need a couple more things. john motions for her to wait there while he disappears into the bathroom. after some rustling and clinking, he brings back a few empty bottles and some swathes of fabric, setting them on the counter.

john hands her a large strip of fabric.] Here. Wrap this around your nose and mouth. Probably a good idea we don't breathe in whatever chemicals make up this crap. [after all, this place was obviously not made for humans. who knew what was actually in that aerosol? he follows his own advice before surveying what they have on hand.] What do you wanna do? We probably have enough for two or three shake-up grenades. Or we could just dump it all and see what happens.

[cashlin]

Nice. Must come in handy.

[all her experience with this has been of the 'dump it all and see what happens' variety. she would absolutely love to not have to waste a healing hypo on this, so she takes the cloth strip and ties the mask around her face, carefully adjusting her hair after the fact.]

Answer me this one, though: which one's gonna make the bigger boom? I'll toss a couple of my own grenades in, if it helps, but I'm not sure how much we're going to need to put a wendigo-- or more-- down.

[a beat.] Also, what's the chances of "see what happens" blowing up the spires...? That'd be cool, but I like the apartment I picked out.