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[shipper]

:33 < *ac purrowls through the str33ts, tail flicking behind her and ears alert!*
:33 < *this may not be the environment that she prefurs (like at all ugh) but that doesnt mean she cant learn to master it as well!*
:33 < *mighty huntresses dont get beaten so easily after all*
:33 < *shes purrticularly interested in finding certain furiends of hers, but efuryone is subject to her k33n glance*
:33 < *one can nefur tell when a good meal is on the way ;))*
:33 < *with this in mind she paws at the communication device she received while k33ping an eye on the people passing by just in case*
:33 < *she opens one of her mouths to showcase a row of shiny t33th and says*
:33 < hey guys are any of you out there?
:33 < i got the explanation about this purrlace and all but itd be purretty great to know that youre all safe too!
:33 < and i guess hi to anyone else out there! if youve s33n any of my furiends id really appurreciate you pointing me in their direction
:33 < and even if you havent youre more than welcome to purrlay with me anyway :DD
:33 < its b33n furever since ive gotten to purrtend with anybody new h33h33

Track 1: "Call Your Name" [video]

[xxii_thefool]

[Minako is in her hotel room in Merida, on her bed with her back up against the headboard, sitting up very straight. She looks a little pale and strained, but determined nonetheless.]

Everybody knows by now what's going on, right?

I have some... I guess you could say healing abilities. I don't know how effective it'll be, but I'm willing to try.

If anybody needs it, just tell me. I'll come right away.

[She inclines her head to her communicator, and then shuts off the feed.]

[video] [right after the broadcast]

[onmyneck]

[After staying home in the City, Daria thought things would be quieter. By the very worried expression on her face, it's clear that she was wrong.]

I don't know if anyone in Venezuela just saw the TV, but- um. It looks like Vulcanus is back.

[She turns the camera a little to the TV, where newsreaders are talking with great gusto about the latest broadcast.]

They've broadcast a message on all the major networks, saying they've released a neurological virus in Venezuela. It's supposed to "expose imPorts for what they truly are", so it looks like imPorts are going to be the only ones affected by this thing. There wasn't much else on the symptoms, but, there-

[She turns the camera back onto herself, as a few snippets of words like "death" and "chaos" are heard from the TV.]

There is a cure. I don't know if they were telling the truth, but there was something to do with secrets. They said you just have to reveal someone's secret, your own or someone else's, to a crowd of people. Something you would feel guilty for revealing. I don't know if we can trust their word yet-

[She stays quiet for a few seconds, trying to figure out what to say next.]

They said this is to teach President Pisani a lesson on trusting imPorts. Just make sure you don't prove Vulcanus right, no matter what happens. And if there's anything I can do from here, just- just tell me. I'll update with any new information I can find.

3rd Test // Video // About 24 Hours After Infection

[heal_or_execute]

[Mordin looks like an escapee from some extrasolar amphibian Hell beyond the light of the Sun. His skin is tight around his body, mottled with clammy-looking grey patches. A white smear is creeping across one of his featureless black eyes, and there’s a grotesque sagging quality to his features, as though his body’s structure is becoming like soft, mouldy wood. He’s even speaking more slowly than usual, at least a little.]

Medical scans... confirm deployment of Vulcanus virus. All Imports in Merida appear infected. Vulcanus released media address claiming responsibility for plague. Saw it online. Urge anyone who hasn’t seen it yet to do so. [He scowls, wrinkling his face. The tension causes a small split to open in his skin, gray and decayed.] Further confirmation of their nature.

Disease appears to be progressing... rapidly. Probable side-effect of Salarian metabolism. Prognosis not good. Will be incapacitated within next solar day. Unable to work on a cure. Unacceptable situation. Need to treat this. Need to work.

Therefore, left with no choice but to comply with Vulcanus demands. Only way to help other victims. Reason for this post.

( Cut for length )

[Mordin takes another deep breath, lets it out, and smiles. The expression wrinkles his rotting skin in odd ways.]

There. Finished. Already feel somewhat better. Could be result of Vulcanus’ promised cure, or simply emotional catharsis. Need to run tests to be sure. Regardless, relieved to get past off chest. Clear the air.

Going to work on cure for plague now. Will welcome any cooperation. [The smile goes away.] Of course, will also understand if you’re not willing to work with me after this. Loss of trust fully justified, considering circumstances.

One more thing. Aware Vulcanus and sympathizers will likely see this. Suggest thinking about story. Possible lessons regarding implications of biological weaponry justified for ‘greater good.’