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

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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?

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[knifecollecting]

Haven't been able to make anything fresh, but I've got a wide canned selection.

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[radiopalkiller]

If any of it is spam then the deal is off. Where do we meet?

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[knifecollecting]

Don't usually collect meat. Can you make it to the orchard?