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[As much as Newt hates the idea of putting his face out there, he knows it's the fastest way to find his friends. He isn't holding his breath that anyone else is here, not after that Hope guy's announcement. Originally he'd assumed it was WICKED, yet another trial, but... now he isn't so sure.

No matter what this place is, it's clear that it hasn't been kind to Newt. He'd been pretty banged up when he'd arrived, but fighting bears hadn't helped his haggard appearance. He's also rationing what food he has because he's familiar with starvation and it's not something he wants to experience again.]

M'name's Newt. [His normally rather proper accent is slurring into something more gruff, and it might be clear from the circles that he hasn't been sleeping much—if at all.] I'm looking for friends. Mainly a coupla shanks named Thomas and Minho.

[His jaw tightens after the second name, but he pushes on.] I've been somewhere like this before. More times than I'd like to say, actually. Be careful with what you manage to scrape together.

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Newt? [ Thomas is someplace dark, huddled down and almost by himself. There's a weird honking type noise, like a 'meow' but not, coming from somewhere below the camera. ]

Where are you?

Tommy. [There's relief in his voice simply because he isn't alone anymore. The noise is strange, but not enough to distract him from finding his friend.] Some jacked apartment. What about you?

Newt.

[The video would show a clean cut blonde male, one that was a bit older than Newt was likely used to seeing. For all that he looked... large, there was an open look on his face.]

I'm Steve Rogers. I can't say I've seen any... shanks [Knives, Newt. That meant knives in Americanese.], but I'll keep my eye out for them. I'm not entirely sure what you've manged to find in terms of housing or food, but if you're in need of anything, you're welcome to what I have.

[Newt isn't all the fond of adults, but as he was regaining memories he can remember a few decent ones from the other places he's been. Also, there's something kind about this man's face.]

This place is full of shanks. S'another word for 'people'. [He laughs a little at the offer, nodding his head.] Thanks, but you should probably hold on to what you have, yeah?

[Well, that cleared that up, but it also let him know this young man was from somewhere he wasn't himself familiar with. A half smile at that and a shake of his head.]

Being greedy won't help any of us, and like it or not, we're stuck here together. I've got enough for myself, but I've got more as well, and it's better we're all in the best shape we can be in case something else comes along. The offer's there, if you want it.

[He'd be surprised where Newt was from; Newt had been, too, when he found out in the end. There was still a lot he didn't know or understand.

Something about the way the man spoke had so much authority to it that he had to hum. He'd offered to show someone how to cure meat to help it last, and he could have used some himself. Plus, he knew that working as a group could make or break a situation like this. He had first-hand experience.] Alright then, Steve. I'm starting a movement to get as much meat cured as we can before it starts going off.

If you know how, that's a pretty good idea. I've got a lot so far, but I'll admit that storage techniques beyond cooking aren't my forte. Stockpiling seems like the best plan for now until we know what we can expect.

[The kid made his decisions quickly, and seemed to have a mind that worked behind that incredibly youthful face. Steve wasn't one to judge a book by its cover, though, so if he said he knew what he was doing, well... why the hell not?]

Good that. We can't keep relying on handouts. [Not only because they could stop at any time, but they couldn't exactly trust whoever was giving out food in the first place. Newt didn't mind working with other people in the same boat as him, but his trust wasn't limitless.] We'll need to find salt.

[Smart kid. It helped him to know that if he was going to be stuck here for god knows how long, there were people here that had skill sets that could be useful as a whole. Civilians with training. Not a bad thing to have, considering their situation.]

Salt? I'll keep an eye out for any during rounds. How much are we talking, here?

[Newt might technically be a civilian, but he was really far from it. He'd been trained to survive and fight without even knowing it, and he'd been to places like this before, too. But he doesn't mention it, not until someone else brings it up first.]

To cute the meat. Usually need 'nough to cover all sides of the cut meat.

Right. Well, I'll keep an eye out and if I happen upon a stash of it, I know where to send it.

I've been someplace like this before, too.

Haven't seen any of your friends. Sorry. Have you run into anyone named Raleigh? Or Gloss?

Cheery feeling, ain't it? Going from one hellhole to another. [The sarcasm is strong with this one.] Can't say I have, but I'll keep a look out.

[He hesitates a moment, but decides to voice the question he's itching to ask.] What kind of place were you in before?

Thanks. [ she's not getting her hopes up about finding anyone from home, though. ]

It was uh, a hotel. We couldn't leave and there was no staff but somebody was pulling strings. Then people started disappearing.

[It's best not to hope for anything in a hopeless place like this one.

He's having some deja vu, but he needs to make sure they're on the same page first.] A hotel. [He doesn't really know what that is, but alright.] Was that your home, then?

No! [ she sounds horrified. ] No. Absolutely not. [ not that home is much better. besides: ] It doesn't matter. I'm dead at home.

[He holds up his hands quickly, eyes wide.] Alright, didn't mean offense. Stranger things in a jacked universe like this one.

[Dead at home. He'd heard of that happening, and every time he comes to a place like this he hopes that one of his numerous dead friends might be there as well.] Sorry.

[ like her homeworld, actually. the hotel's almost not terrible by comparison.

she shrugs off his apology. ] We all die eventually, right?

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