[IC Inbox -- Snowblind]

[heavensreader]

Is it worki - oh. Ahem. This is Kesara Freamon. Please leave your message here and I will call back on you as soon as I can.







Wait, is it still - argh, how do I ma-

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[devoutish]

Mm. Tell me what's happened.

[heavensreader]

We were trapped by an anomaly again, there were too many of us - oah, we need to be more careful! And we tried to repel it with a drawing of the eye, because the app made that glow. But that didn't work. And when we used the app, like before, after some time the anomaly was getting restless like a dog that's realizing you will not beat it. It was very frightening. We were lucky to get away.

[devoutish]

[They were. It makes his stomach tighten, just a little.]

And now you regroup, and figure out where to go from here.

[heavensreader]

East. [There is a hint of conviction in her voice, a spark she tries to fan into a flame. But it is hard going.] I know we need to go east, but - I don't know what else.

[devoutish]

Still in rough terrain? I've got a helmet to give you.

[heavensreader]

You do? [She perks up a little. Perhaps it's a nicer one than Quark's helmet.] Would it fit under my hat?

[It surely wouldn't fit over her hat. Nothing could possibly fit over her hat.]

[devoutish]

It will, yeah. You'll need to bunch your hair up into it.

[heavensreader]

I could try... but it's really a very great amount of hair, Mr. Solomons.

[devoutish]

I suppose you're not gonna chop any of it off, are you?