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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[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?

[knifecollecting]

[Sounds great. Knocking down walls alone.]

That's why I'm asking for rock salt.

[perpetualgenius]

[He's in hardware mode, and anyone-- anyone else would fuck it up.]

If you heat salt water you'll get your 'rock salt'.

[knifecollecting]

[Because knocking down walls is so hard...]

You know how long that will take? I don't have time.

[perpetualgenius]

[putting workbenches together is though!]

Pretty sure the only people planning to pay you a visit are the people hoping to supply paint and rock salt.

[knifecollecting]

[Yeah, so hard.]

I don't know that for sure.