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Hello, Miss Prismall. I wonder if you remember me.

I thought I'd drop you a message just to see how you are. I hope you're well.

[translation: He hopes she's not dead.]

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Mr. Wilson! Of course I remember you! But please call me Winnie. Miss Prismall is so formal.

And yes I'm perfectly well! Got attacked by wolves but I made it out unharmed. My weapons did very little against them so mostly I just ran. I really do hate depending on others.

But I digress. What about you?

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Something about you makes me feel formal. But if you're Winnie, then I'm just Simon. Please.

You got the wolves, did you? I've heard a little about that.

FROM: wilson.simon@cdc.org
I'm afraid I got stuck with the sharks. But I made it through.

I'm really very glad to hear that you did too. I was concerned.

[soulsrob]

Just Simon then. I can do that!

And yes we got wolves. Made of mist. It was very unusual. What kind of place has mist wolves?

FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org
Oh yes, the sharks we ate at the mess hall? Did you guys bring those?

I'm glad to see you're alright too. I dont think we suffered any casualties, fortunately enough. Maybe we can do this after all.

day 11 - shortly after lockdown starts

[hahahorsejokes]

[ He's been shooting off messages, checking in here and there—and it occurs to him that if anyone might've wandered out there... ]

FROM: kirstein.jean@cdc.org
Hey you managed to get inside right?

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FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org

Jean! Yes, I was inside when it all began, thankfully. Thank you for worrying. How are you? I hope you got safely inside too?

[hahahorsejokes]

FROM: kirstein.jean@cdc.org
And thank you for not being an idiot [ Because seriously, trying to make sure everyone is safe: it's like herding cats ]
I'm fine we all got back safe here

[soulsrob]

FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org

Well, I do try. [To not be an idiot, she means.]

That's good to hear though. I hadn't heard from you in a while so I was starting to wonder.

Do you have any idea what's happening outside, exactly?

DAY 10 | HOUR 19:36 | back in the ancient mists

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[sent during this.]

Is there something I should know, Miss Prismall?

Re: DAY 10 | HOUR 19:36 | back in the ancient mists

[soulsrob]

[Tone is a funny thing, especially when it's over text and you have to guess at what's being conveyed. Simon's text sounds angry to Winnie, and for a moment she panics. The fact he uses "Miss Prismall" doesn't help.]

What? What did I do? What's wrong?

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[And he'd been so sure he knew who it was. Back inside the rover, he quickly replies.]

Sorry, Winnie. You haven't done anything.

I got a package. I thought it might be from you. It seemed like something you'd do.

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Oh! Goodness, I thought you'd found something terrible or was angry at me. Was it a good package?

DAY 20 | HOUR 19:52 | spams ur inbox

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FROM: wilson.simon@cdc.org
Evening. Did you happen to download Shakespeare's sonnets yet?

Or I suppose, do you have them upstairs? Sonnet 18. Not for you, I hasten to add, lovely though it is.

gosh!!

[soulsrob]

FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org

I haven't, but it's on my list. I should do that now, actually.

FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org

Was 18 the one about the ugly mistress that he found beautiful anyway, or the comparing to a summer day? I can never remember which number is which.

FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org

'Not for you,' you say! And here I had visions of a whirlwind romance on far-off planets.

[Don't worry Simon, she's teasing.]

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FROM: wilson.simon@cdc.org
ATTACHMENT: [sonnet18.epxs]
You're not disappointed, I hope. I'm sure you're inundated with young men sending you love poems.

But yes, 18 is the summer's day. The last two lines. What do you think? [Not for her, indeed, but for Yuki.]

[attachment below]

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
   So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
   So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

[soulsrob]

FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org

Oh, hardly! I'm far too old for such things. And I'm sure Agnes would run them down if they tried!

[She laughs to herself and pens to attachment to read it. She hadn't memorized the sonnets, but she's pleased that she was at least half-right on which one it might be.

But she skims the rest of the poem and focuses on the last two lines.]

FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org

He did have quite a way with words. He's making the person he's writing about live forever through his words, right? It's as if saying 'you're never truly gone/dead until you're forgotten.'

DAY 42 | HOUR 47

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FROM: wilson.simon@cdc.org
Psalm 73.

I'm glad you're not dead.

[soulsrob]

[Oh Simon... She's pretty glad she's not dead too. It was a bit of a shock to wake up and find the camp under attack and all, but it'd been a good post-"nap" work out at least.

She smiles lightly as she responds, unable to help teasing him a little.]

FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org
Is that what Psalm 73 says? It's not very biblical.

FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org
I'm glad too. It was scary to wake up and see so much time had passed. You're alright?

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FROM: wilson.simon@cdc.org
ATTACHMENT: [ps73.epxs]

"For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found." It's very biblical. :-) Sorry if it seems odd.

FROM: wilson.simon@cdc.org
I downloaded a bible while I had my access card - or really, I downloaded everything while I had that. I'll attach the text.

Also, yes, I'm well. I think.

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Psalm 73
A psalm of Asaph.

1 Surely God is good to Israel,
    to those who are pure in heart.
2 But as for me, my feet had almost slipped;
    I had nearly lost my foothold.
3 For I envied the arrogant
    when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.
4 They have no struggles;
    their bodies are healthy and strong.
5 They are free from common human burdens;
    they are not plagued by human ills.
6 Therefore pride is their necklace;
    they clothe themselves with violence.
7 From their callous hearts comes iniquity;
    their evil imaginations have no limits.
8 They scoff, and speak with malice;
    with arrogance they threaten oppression.
9 Their mouths lay claim to heaven,
    and their tongues take possession of the earth.
10 Therefore their people turn to them
    and drink up waters in abundance.
11 They say, ‘How would God know?
    Does the Most High know anything?’
12 This is what the wicked are like –
    always free of care, they go on amassing wealth.
13 Surely in vain I have kept my heart pure
    and have washed my hands in innocence.
14 All day long I have been afflicted,
    and every morning brings new punishments.
15 If I had spoken out like that,
    I would have betrayed your children.
16 When I tried to understand all this,
    it troubled me deeply
17 till I entered the sanctuary of God;
    then I understood their final destiny.
18 Surely you place them on slippery ground;
    you cast them down to ruin.
19 How suddenly are they destroyed,
    completely swept away by terrors!
20 They are like a dream when one awakes;
    when you arise, Lord,
    you will despise them as fantasies.
21 When my heart was grieved
    and my spirit embittered,
22 I was senseless and ignorant;
    I was a brute beast before you.
23 Yet I am always with you;
    you hold me by my right hand.
24 You guide me with your counsel,
    and afterwards you will take me into glory.
25 Whom have I in heaven but you?
    And earth has nothing I desire besides you.
26 My flesh and my heart may fail,
    but God is the strength of my heart
    and my portion for ever.
27 Those who are far from you will perish;
    you destroy all who are unfaithful to you.
28 But as for me, it is good to be near God.
    I have made the Sovereign Lord my refuge;
    I will tell of all your deeds.

day 57 | before evals

[daggertype]

FROM: dagger@cdc.org

NHD-C12-LRC-310's height without the shoes on is 165 centimeters. Because I said I would.

[soulsrob]

[What.]

FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org

Oh. Would they like new shoes then? Some heels, maybe?

[That's being helpful, ri...ght...?]

[daggertype]

FROM: dagger@cdc.org

... No. We destroy them. What is wrong with you???

day 58, idk late whenever works for you

[morethanavoice]

FROM: javik@cdc.org
TO: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org

When you are feeling up to it I would like for you to share more poetry.

[soulsrob]

[What a pleasant surprise.]

FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org

Of course! Have any particular topic in mind?

[morethanavoice]

FROM: javik@cdc.org

Do you have something pleasing in the aftermath of destruction while you wait for more to be destroyed.

[ poetry for blowing up planets, he seems to want. alternately, just give him anything. ]