TLV: Inbox

[theweirdos]

There's no voicemail greeting. She might get around to it eventually, but for now, better hope you've typed that network ID in correctly.

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[todayiwas]

Nancy, ma poupée, how are you? Do you want some warm tea?

[theweirdos]

[Depending on when Justine sends the message, she might have to wait a little while for an answer - Nancy spends a considerable chunk of the first day of her death toll in that no man's land between asleep and unconscious populated mainly by the very sick.

When she does respond, it's by text.]

Yeah. Tea would be good. Throat feels like I've been chugging razor blades.

[todayiwas]

Which room are you? I have the water boiling.

[theweirdos]

801. All the way down at the bottom.

[todayiwas]

The lift makes that much more bearable. I shall be there shortly!