Connor Safehouse, Virginia, Thursday afternoon

[apocalypsesoon]

It was a bad day to be John Connor. The 'bots had gotten into the medical supplies, and somehow they'd gotten into his other supplies, and now John was holding a nurses's uniform and crying in the corner because he was so alone and emo.

[open for calls/visits]

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[l1ttle_billy]

Ring ring ring ring ring ring Banana Phone!

[apocalypsesoon]

"Hello?" he answered, after calming down (a bit) and getting the phone back from Sparky. earworm'd!

[l1ttle_billy]

"Hey Man, how's it going? What're you up to?" Eeeeexcellent.

[apocalypsesoon]

"Uh." Sniff. Eyewipe. "Not much. You?"