Best wishes to all those playing hero. Or idiot. A round of applause for the doctors too. All you're lacking are the right uniforms. But here's a little something for levity's sake. I imagine, for the delicate flowers, the City's a grim place right now.

For the rest of you? It seems a week of sickness isn't enough to stop the whining. It's also too damn late to interject, but I don't want your would-be meaningful dreams. And I'm not wasting my time decoding them. That's someone else's fool's errand. Smart people charge a commission.

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[ooc: initial text is anonymous and untraceable. Hei is being a jerkass but also gauging City morale. He's also lying about not helping anyone, the hypocrite. He's done a few helpful rituals - if only to stop the creepy dreams. As always, massively backtag friendly since I'll be a slow little snail. ]

[Todd is trying to keep the panic out of his voice - it's a combination of things, that Neil is in trouble, that he needs to go on the network and ask the population at large for help, that he has to run this entire thing. But it's for Neil, and that outweighs any of the anxiety that will always linger in his mind, no matter how much progress he makes. There's nothing uncertain about his tone, just nervous energy wavering in it.]

I... I know a lot of people are sick, and everyone is probably busy doing what they need to for everyone, but I need -- I need help.

[He takes a moment to regather some of his certainty and speaks more forcefully.]

Neil is sick, and I think I know what I have to do, but I need other people to help me with it. I need to have a meeting, with other people, and we need to meet in the woods and read poetry together, to help him. I don't-- I don't really know how many people I need, but I'm sure that the more we have, the more it will help.

So... if anyone can, just let me know. Please.

[Ne's too tired and not exactly looking nir best at the moment but a mother with a sick child is allowed, right? So this is strictly a vocal plea. Or rather a demand...ne's lost too many ne sort of, kind of, cares about to let another go.]

One has need of glass. It matters not the color, shape, size or if even whole.

Just tell the location. [Or else pretty much goes unstated but understood...mainly that any glass in the City is going to be disappearing one way or another if ne doesn't get it.]