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[fortunefavored]

[this is a catch-all post for everyone calling Newt directly!]

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[crownless]

[Travis' voice is harried, and there's a bit of rustling as the man's cheek brushes against the speaker. It's clear that he's not standing still, in any case.]

Newt! Fucking hell, Newt, pick up-- the apartments all came down!!

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[fortunefavored]

[aaaaand pick up he does--Newt sounds fairly harried himself]

Travis? Yeah, dude, I saw--I'm on my way to the high school. Where are you?

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[crownless]

[He breathes a sigh of relief. Newt's not crushed under debris-- that's one positive, at least.]

I'm goin' back to 1.003-- [his words are clipped, breathless] I don't know where the others are. [And now that the umbrella of "the others" has gotten wider and wider, this is a Pretty Big Concern right about now.] Who's with you? Where's Hermann?

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[fortunefavored]

No one--I'm on my own.

Hermann's fine though. I think he was on his way back to the apartments, but I know he wasn't in there when they collapsed. [he says this with absolute certainty]

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[crownless]

[After his last brush with the Drift, Travis doesn't even question that statement.]

Good. I'm gonna make sure no one got stuck in that mess. Watch yourself, all right?

audio;

[fortunefavored]

You, too, Trav. I'll meet you over there in a bit.

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[crownless]

See you.

[click!]