Voice | Why can't we seem to keep it together?

[knifecollecting]

[Jo didn't get sick for two days.

And then it hit and she retreated, only leaving her room when absolutely needed and trying to avoid her housemates so they didn't get sick. (Could grim reapers get sick? Jo didn't want to chance it.)

On her second day of illness, when she feels the worst - well. She starts worrying about Osiris, about Meg, about Lucifer, even if there's a niggling voice in the back of her mind saying they couldn't be here.

Jo has no idea what to do about the Egyptian god, but Meg? She can handle that.

The audio post starts with a cough and sniffles before Jo speaks.]

I need paint. Color isn't important. Rock salt, if anyone's got that. [God, she misses regular stores.]

I can trade food. [She clears her throat as if she might say more, but then the broadcast ends.

She doesn't want to say too much, just in case.]

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[toiletseat_girl]

[George is sick and hating every. single. second of it, but the paranoia hasn't fully set in. she's at the Clinic right now, trying to hold it together while everybody else seems to be falling apart.

and that seems to be a random request]

What d'you need them for?

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[knifecollecting]

[It's George and she's not so far gone that she doesn't trust her, so Jo switches to video too. The room is dark around her, her face lit up by the phone screen.]

Gotta protect the house. [And that doesn't explain a damn thing, but she's stopping there.]

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[toiletseat_girl]

[it looks like she's set up to be telling ghost stories]

Okay. It wasn't safe before?

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[knifecollecting]

[Jo could tell some good ones at this point.]

Not safe enough.

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[toiletseat_girl]

[George wouldn't mind hearing them? she's okay for now, just sneezy]

And that stuff will make it safe enough how?

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[roseofthetyrells]

[Margaery sounds awful, but she's still maintaining her charming façade despite her increasing certainty that Cersei Lannister is here along with the creature she had made for her protection]

What is the difference between rock salt and ordinary salt?

Permavoice

[knifecollecting]

[Jo doesn't switch for Margaery. The woman seems nice enough, but Jo doesn't know her well enough for this.]

Rock salt is bigger.

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[roseofthetyrells]

[fine, voice it is]

And they don't have it at the stores? I could [she sneezes] pardon me! I could look for you?

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[knifecollecting]

If you're sick you should stay inside.

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[roseofthetyrells]

I've been out looking for Cersei all day. A little longer won't hurt.

[Audo]

[drabsolutelynot]

[It is undoubtedly an odd and very specific request]

I have some paint...

[But his own paranoia is playing up.]

...I'll give it to you, but only if you tell me why you want it.

[Audo]

[knifecollecting]

I'm redecorating. [And her housemates might not enjoy it.]

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[drabsolutelynot]

.......what kind of redecorating?

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[knifecollecting]

[The private kind. But she doesn't say that.]

I'm painting some...murals.

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[drabsolutelynot]

Murals.

[Unconvinced but for the moment he has no further ammo for arguing]

How do you want to get the paint?

[Rosen is trying to decide if he'd rather have her come to him or him go to her. Her coming to him tells her where he lives. But him going to her puts him out in the open.]

[perpetualgenius]

Table salt?

[knifecollecting]

Not what I need.

[...Not what she asked for either, Tony.]

[perpetualgenius]

[He's bored, okay. On self-imposed house arrest. Thankfully he'd been busy with some of his own redesign work. No flu here.]

Salt is salt.

[knifecollecting]

[Wow, Tony. Get a life.]

You ever shot someone with table salt?

[perpetualgenius]

[He's got a pretty awesome one already actually but thanks. ]

Has that ever been effective?

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[radiopalkiller]

Actually, if you want to make some chicken soup for those sniffles, then I genuinely would not recommend either of those two things as ingredients.

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[knifecollecting]

Paint's better than human flesh in soup, right?

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[radiopalkiller]

Not inaccurate, but I can't help but feel that there might be a middle ground of sorts between those two very specific culinary options.

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[knifecollecting]

Probably, but since I'm not cooking I don't care right now.

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[radiopalkiller]

Might have some paint for you, in that case.

[ Quite a bit, actually. Found five cans a while ago, figured he could do something useful with the containers sooner or later. Good thing the right project didn't sneak up on him yet. ]

You said there's food in it for me. What kind?