IC contact for glencolareef

[cactusy]

CALLSIGN TO994M

[For private network chats, or in-person threads if she ends up traveling with anyone.]

Comments

[meadqueen]

Perhaps, but what will *you* do if you encounter a swarm this size or larger?

[cactusy]

Kill them.

[Duh!]

[meadqueen]

[Somehow the skepticism bleeds into the text]

With what?

[cactusy]

My gun, my knife, my bare hands.

[meadqueen]

[Your bare hands? Please.]

I don't doubt your abilities, but have you ever seen one of these crabs before?

[cactusy]

I killed a wild pig a couple weeks ago. That thing was nasty, too.

[meadqueen]

I must have forgotten the hard outer shell and tree climbing abilities of the wild pig.

[cactusy]

Teeth, though.

Wait, tree-climbing abilities?

[meadqueen]

The ones I encountered fell on me from a roof.

[cactusy]

Whatever. I'll deal with it. I appreciate the intel.

[meadqueen]

I’m sure.

[She’ll have to ask Martin for a judging face]

They are heading to the southeast of us with a singular purpose. I won't ask you where you are, but you know where to look.

[cactusy]

Thanks.

I'm going to try to bring Cohle back.

[meadqueen]

*By yourself.*

[cactusy]

[And while she's still injured! What a wealth of smart decision-making is going on here.]

I was available.

[meadqueen]

[Unbelievable]

We are all so weak to you?

[cactusy]

Figured you were all pretty busy.

Besides, he asked for me, and he can get squirrely. I don't know how showing up with someone else would have gone down.

[meadqueen]

Is he aware of the severity of your injuries?

[cactusy]

I did nothing but lie in bed for three days. My injuries are fine.

[meadqueen]

My apologies. Three days is more than enough time to recover from a near fatal injury. You should be seeking out these pigs to fight them.

[cactusy]

I left three days ago and I haven't run into any trouble.

[Fun fact, she's going to collapse from exhaustion tomorrow!]

[meadqueen]

I hadn't run into any trouble either until just now.

[cactusy]

Yeah. The airfield sounds like a pretty dangerous place right now. Good thing I left.

[meadqueen]

They’re coming here from somewhere.

[cactusy]

What are you, a mother hen?

[meadqueen]

If that is what you’d call someone who does not wish to see you torn apart by crabs.