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

[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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[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?

[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?

[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.]

[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.

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

Okay. It wasn't safe before?

[fine, voice it is]

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

[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.