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[endlessflask]

Define okay.

[ Does he really have time for this? He's sure Margo can hear the chaos erupting around him. ]

I think I got Julia to the boats okay. I'm looking for Quentin.

[gossipkinesis]

Fucking alive and with a plan to stay that way.

[ MAKE TIME FOR YOUR BFF.]

Good. Do you need me to message him and figure out where he is?

[endlessflask]

Uh. You can try. He's just sort of remembering things -

[ That's the sound of Eliot's Fluid being knocked out of his hands and the distant-to-clear swearing as he finds it again. ]

Neither of us is going to die.

[gossipkinesis]

Fucking shit, El.

[endlessflask]

Fucking shit because you think I’m incapable of saving us, or fucking shit this is really hitting the fan?

[gossipkinesis]

All of the fucking above. [ pause ] I hate that I have to stand by without being able to do anything to really help you, again.

[endlessflask]

That's a real vote of confidence, Bambi. [ It's fine. It's not worth arguing about because there's nothing to argue about, their both just very clearly tense right now. What with the whole imminent death thing. ] Once I find him, we just have to get on a boat.

[gossipkinesis]

I believe in you but this place plays by other fucking rules, El. [ She's scared for you.] Okay. Do that and then let me know you're okay.