[Anon. Text / Voice]

[gaveherwings]

[At 9:25 am, an anonymous text flashes briefly across several networks, among them the one intended for newcomers.]

At pater infēlix, nec iam pater,
"ubi es? quā tē regiōne requīram, Īcare?"

[At 2:17pm, there's a still and solemn quiet, and then a careful, ponderously deliberate voice, so much more painstakingly chosen than most of his time and words

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voice;

[longaevus]

You think those whom named you could know already of your future? [ She hasn't forgotten what you've told her about your skills - gifts - but that says nothing of acts ]

We are more than simply our names. [ She's regrets speaking after it brings on a cough. A nasty kind of cough ]

voice;

[gaveherwings]

Perhaps they meant to instill in me some restraint. It's a double-edged inheritance. A compliment and a curse.

...you're still in recovery?

voice;

[longaevus]

Doubtful. They still could not have known your future, even their own.

I am.

voice;

[gaveherwings]

Then it may be only a self-fulfilling prophecy, a twisted irony.

After taking the whole weekend off? You should take more fluids, and continue resting. I shouldn't need to tell you that.

voice;

[longaevus]

I refuse to believe that, and it may only turn as such if you [ cough ] believe it to be.

I have been. [ She's just going to hold off on saying how long she's been ill ]

voice;

[gaveherwings]

How fortunate for the literalist, then, that I will never be a father.

It's this flu that's going around? (I'm glad I don't work clinic hours anymore at Skye, they've been packed with much of the same)

voice;

[longaevus]

[ Because she's not stupid: ] I'm sorry for your friend.

If it is it isn't a regular virus.

voice;

[gaveherwings]

I'm afraid we grow too complacent, for the people who have been here longer than ourselves.

I should have known this was a possibility, when Edgeworth disappeared. It's too easy to deny the immutable nature of our existence in this place, when things are settled.

Have you swabbed and sent it through the lab?

voice;

[longaevus]

It does not help with the pain of loss, thinking so.

I won't risk further infection. [ Because so not a simple flu, that and she aches and is being a baby about it, getting out she is not quite wanting to try. Not alone, and therein is infection ]

voice;

[gaveherwings]

That it does not.

And don't be ridiculous, Helen, if this is a new strain, then the best we can do is confirm what it is or is not!

Prepare a sample, and stay at home. I'll be there soon, to deliver it for you.

voice;

[longaevus]

[ That takes her a little aback. She hasn't been 'scolded' since she last saw James. She would complain but she knows that he's right, and she would like to get over this ]

Take precautions, just in case.

voice;

[gaveherwings]

Ah. Yes, in fact let me prepare a decontamination chamber-

Honestly, do you take me for a complete idiot?

voice;

[longaevus]

[ Don't you sass her, mister! ] Daedalus. [ And raising her voice even that fraction brought on more coughing, damn it ]

My concerns have some foundation to them.

voice;

[gaveherwings]

I won't be but a minute at your doorstep, and we can seal it up. Don't make excuses.

[longaevus]

[ ... you're starting to know her too well, Daedalus. She doesn't respond, instead using her 'minute' to gather what she needs for the swab, and to refill her glass ]