023

[f_ckitybye]

( Individual messages addressed to Damon, Costigan, Bela, and Ana, all with minute variations on the following text. Some may have more gratuitous f-bombs than others. Ana's message is deleted during her conversation with Malcolm. )

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[Private - Written veeeeeeeeery messily]

[talldarksaviour]

I died.

Infirmary
- No one returned zombie

Powers:
- Man with metal head.
- Healing blood - Judas.
- Electric O'Brien
- Sneeze magic.

Misc.
- People have gone, dead in port? Possible?
- WHERE REX IS INVOLVED TRUST NOTHING [underlined, like, five times]

[Private]

[f_ckitybye]

Fucking hell, son. Zombie got you?

[Private]

[talldarksaviour]

Could say that.

[ooc: ignore the bit about Judas, pending confirmation from D which I forgot to get before hand because I am fail >_<]

[Private]

[f_ckitybye]

Sorry to hear it.

Don't suppose you've got a name for the sod with the metal head?

[OOC: Consider it ignored.]

Private

[lost_undercover]

What are you, the Barge's news network?

Private

[f_ckitybye]

That was the fucking idea, yeah? Thanks for the list, by the way. Very helpful.

Private - Sorry Tucker, he's a part of COBRA.

[lost_undercover]

Any time.

I don't have shit on the "superpowers" you're talking about.

Private - It's okay, Malc has his ways...

[f_ckitybye]

Never said you did, son.

Spam. Yay tracking with a different account,

[no_nanomites]

Considering Uhura is reading all her private messages, Ana just shows up and knocks on Malcolm's door quickly. She's annoyed that he might have endangered things, but considering her week, she decided that she should head this off as soon as possible. It is, after all, hard to pretend that you're not a spy when people are offering you up spy things. After another knock, Ana's arms cross behind her back, and she looked up and down the hall quickly, hoping to avoid being spotted. One good thing about the leather; people tended not to notice her anymore when she wore it.

Spam.

[f_ckitybye]

Malcolm wasn't expecting visitors, so he just sort of blinked in confusion at the sight of Ana when he opened the door.

"Bringing the news personally, are we?"

Spam.

[no_nanomites]

"Yes. Are you going to invite me in, darling?" Ana spoke quickly and with a little smirk, looking up and down the corridor again. She didn't want to have to explain this to Uhura; everyone else wouldn't matter.

Re: Spam.

[f_ckitybye]

Malcolm stepped aside to let Ana in, the movement a slight parody of chivalry, and closed the door quickly behind her.

"What's going on then, love?"

[A note, tucked under his door]

[sonotahunter]

[In flowing, curly script: Julius Caesar, Shakespeare. 1911, Mifflin.

FOLLOW THE NOTE TO THE LIBRARY, MALCOLM. SEEK AND YE SHALL FIND.]

Spam.

[f_ckitybye]

[Oh for fuck's sake. Malcolm sighs and trudges off to the library, managing to look casual as he takes out the named volume along with a few other Shakespeare plays for camouflage.]

Spam.

[sonotahunter]

[Bela is slightly further along in the stacks, examining a set of plays by someone she's never heard of. When Malcolm appears, she drifts toward him, running her fingers along the titles until she's within speaking distance.]

'Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.' Don't look so put out, sweetie. The trip will be worth your time.

Re: Spam.

[f_ckitybye]

[Malcolm gives her a sort of "oh, it's you" look and sits down at the nearest table with his handful, opening the Caesar at random.]

Any time I get sent on a fucking scavenger hunt, I fucking well hope it is.