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[adaptiveimmunities]

Story ideas, fanmail, marriage proposals all go here. I'll respond when I can.

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On the 15th

[statementfuckingends]

Hey handsome. Looks like I'll be your warden for the next month. You in any state to meet up in person?

[He knows it's debatable, between what Maggie's told him and knowing he's a potential vector, but it needs asking.]

[adaptiveimmunities]

Flatterer.

I don't know, how zombie-proof are you?

[Shaun is a tiny bit irritable. From all the bleeding. And being stuck in the infirmary.]

audio

[kingofthezombieslook]

Hey kid. What's cooking? How about a meet and greet?

Re: audio

[adaptiveimmunities]

You know. The usual. Where do you want to meet?

[text]

[routemistress]

sorry i'm late, I've been eight years old.

looks like you and me for december! shall we meet up and talk?

[text] SPEAKING OF LATE. Sorry!

[adaptiveimmunities]

me too, and I wasn't a friendly eight year old.

Sure. Where and when? I will say, that aside from helping out in the kitchen, my schedule is wide open.

Text

[talesuntold]

New (to me) insect recipe taste test tonight, my cabin. You in?

Re: Text

[adaptiveimmunities]

Sounds great. What's the recipe?

Not that it will change my answer or anything, but I'm curious.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Well, I'm not proposing marriage.

This is Trevor. Looking for Shaun Mason.

[adaptiveimmunities]

Well, that's good. I'm not currently accepting applications.

You found him. You're the new guy, huh?

[ukan]

Marriage proposals, huh?

Hi, I'm Lark. I'm your warden this month. Though obviously if you have any requests they're on hold until the flood's over.

[adaptiveimmunities]

[shrug] People on the internet are weird.

Nice to meet you. I'm Shaun. And I guess if you need anything, feel free to ask until shit goes back to normal.

Post-breach

[heyboss]

Hey Shaun. How are you holding up?

Got a question for you when you're feeling up to being social.

Re: Post-breach

[adaptiveimmunities]

I'm not exactly scared of zombies, man. I'm fine.

[He is very much not fine, but also? He doesn't want to talk about it.]

What's up?

Private | Audio

[talesuntold]

Hey, Shaun? [Soft and gentle, like whatever feelings she's carrying are fragile and she's afraid to jostle them too much.]

Re: Private | Audio

[adaptiveimmunities]

[Shaun is concerned. He's not exactly Captain Emotional Intelligence, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care about his people. If something is wrong, he'll do his best--and hope that what she needs is for him to shoot something.]

What's up?

[talesuntold]

Shaun, how bad would it be to teach your warden internet slang for my own amusement?

...Because I just started with FOMO.

[adaptiveimmunities]

Just make sure you record it if you tell him about Rule 34.

...He's not too bad, for a shrink.

[heyboss]

So. Feeling up to making a deal?

[adaptiveimmunities]

Depends on the deal. What did you have in mind?

[brushoff]

You're Sheehan's inmate, right?

[ a pause before, ]

I fucking hate him. Head on over to my room so I can ply you with alcohol and we can gossip about your warden.

[adaptiveimmunities]

[laugh]

Sure. I love alcohol and gossip. On my way--what do you have?

Private | Video (forward dated to after the breach)

[talesuntold]

Hey, Shaun. Can you come over? There's something I need to talk about. [This is going to be messy, she's well aware. And the bright side of her cabin is that Shaun can storm out at any time.]

Oh boy!

[adaptiveimmunities]

Sure. Everything okay?

[Not like it will change him coming over, but it might change the speed with which he heads to her place]

During Port

[heyboss]

Hey, boss. You alright?

[adaptiveimmunities]

Well, I didn't fall off the Barge and into the woods, if that's what you're asking. What about you?

[heyboss]

[Sheehan very rarely uses this tactic. But he's mad.

Furious.

As soon as Shaun is in his room, Sheehan is pounding on the door.]

[adaptiveimmunities]

[Oop. That sure is the sound of someone very mad knocking on his door, and Shaun has a pretty good guess that it's Sheehan. Maggie doesn't know yet how very dumb he was, and he's not sure she'd bang down his door right now anyway, with things as tense as they are between them. He goes to the door, pausing before he opens it to glance back at the literal arsenal behind him.

Welp. Sheehan's already mad. He probably can't get madder, right? He opens the door.]

Maybe you should switch to decaf.

[heyboss]

Hey Shaun.

I'm - out for a few days. If you need anything, though, send me a message.

[adaptiveimmunities]

[Well. That doesn't concern him at all.]

What happened?

Private | Video (backdated to before port)

[talesuntold]

Hey, Shaun. I'm going home for a little while. Should be hardly any time at all, Barge-wise, but Iris and I think we can save Dave.

I need to try.

[adaptiveimmunities]

Wait, Maggie, what? What the hell are you talking about?