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.]

Comments

Re: [Audo]

[knifecollecting]

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

I'm painting some...murals.

Re: [Audo]

[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.]

[Audo]

[knifecollecting]

[She wouldn't tell him where she lived either, not right now. She;s quiet for a moment.]

We can meet somewhere.