2.7/ text & video/ and so they sunk every ship we sailed

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text; locked to clinic staff.
Locations.
Each island's going to need a clinic location on it. Pick a base. If necessary, talk to the guardspeople there and work something out.
Looking into moving supplies now. Teleporting volunteers welcome.

video; public.
( It's been a while, not only since Kate's addressed the city by video, but since the city's seen her in full, vibrant pink haired glory. God, she misses paying for hair dye with money like a normal person. God favours are a pain. But that did happen, and her hair returned to its customary hue sometime before everyone's limbs got chopped off or their senses disappeared.

(Hey, Fear - 🖕)

But she appears calm, collected, and just a smidgen over this city divided in four nonsense when she speaks. )

First things first - Clinic's on the island with the Colosseum. Supplies are alright. Gonna get transported to other islands soon as possible. Anyone who can heal or do first aid who isn't part of the clinic let us know your location if anyone needs help.

( But most importantly: ) Don't be stupid. Our assistance is limited for now.

( Kate out. )

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[lifetothefullest]

[Who knows, honestly, although--unbeknownst to Lance--his world doesn't even count toward the mystery, what with all the real psychics and ghosts and magic no one knows about. Being unaware of that he's pretty curious about how it works too, honestly.]

I'll let you know about the clinic and guardpost once I speak with Ignis.

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( Next time they're not adjusting to living on a bunch of islands while being chased by robots, maybe they can figure it out. )

Alright. Thanks.