VIDEO | Backdated to the 10th

[coheres]

[ The video comes to life but there's no face on the other end, just a handwritten note along with a sloppy signature. Some may recognize the last name, others may not, but she honestly doesn't care. She has questions. She wants answers (despite the fact they likely don't have them all). And she desperately wants to find her friends.

The handwritten note is just precaution. She remembers the Null, even if her memory is fuzzy. Just as she doesn't sign it with her full name or tag it with her name. ]

Run down, please. We were underground and not cooking in the sun last I remember.

I could also use some help acquiring some sunscreen SPF... I don't know, whatever the fuck will keep me from turning into a tomato, and a pair of sunglasses.

DA SILVA

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action.

[dedikated]

( A mess?

Kate says nothing though, just nods and walks a far too familiar path to the Speakeasy. )

Beer?

( Or something else? )

action.

[coheres]

[ A mess sounds about right. As Kate leads the way, certain things click. It's like walking her childhood home; everything comes back in a rush. She has a mural somewhere nearby, she knows that much.

The question gives Sharon pause and she shakes her head. You can't get drunk fast enough with beer, not without drinking so much your stomach got full. ]

Whiskey. [ She replies. She wants to go hard so she can pass out just as hard and maybe wake up to... everything having settled. ]

action.

[dedikated]

( That also works. A moment later, Kate's there with two glasses in hand. )

Here. ( The glass is held out for a wordless toast. Kate hardly needs to get hammered, but she's not about to say no to the promise of booze or tell Sharon she can't. Sometimes it's the only thing that works.

Most of the time it's the only thing that works. )