sort of. tell you what, you can see when i head your way
FROM: quinn.alice@cdc.org
i'm willing to bet there aren't a ton of wax museums here. be over in a sec :)
[ It's a large grey eagle that swoops down five minutes later, alighting on the street with the heavy thump of displaced air. Mass and feathers melt into nothingness, unforming eerily around the shape of a stooping young woman.
Alice stands, stretching, and squints about for Tsuna. It's a moment before human eyes catch up with a bird brain, and she spots him, shoulders sagging with relief. She's stashed her bag in a hidden place, what's important now are the scattered faces of the crew.
She waves. ]
Hey -- looks like you got the English right!
[ Mostly right. She's not about to criticize; he's a kid, not a linguist. ]
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most of them look like they've checked in on the network. they're not alone down there, they've got that going for them
FROM: quinn.alice@cdc.org
but it might not be a bad idea to check in with people who haven't responded to the cuffs
FROM: quinn.alice@cdc.org
thanks tsuna, but i've been down from the tree for a while. i'm about to try looking from the air
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oh! ok um
you can fly?
FROM: sawada.tsunayoshi@cdc.org
i just got outside a little while ago
its called......
FROM: sawada.tsunayoshi@cdc.org
muviehlando wax musehum...?
its in english i dont know how to say it
[ he can't english so typing what he hears in japanese leads to that..... but "movie land wax museum" is the correction. ]
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sort of. tell you what, you can see when i head your way
FROM: quinn.alice@cdc.org
i'm willing to bet there aren't a ton of wax museums here. be over in a sec :)
[ It's a large grey eagle that swoops down five minutes later, alighting on the street with the heavy thump of displaced air. Mass and feathers melt into nothingness, unforming eerily around the shape of a stooping young woman.
Alice stands, stretching, and squints about for Tsuna. It's a moment before human eyes catch up with a bird brain, and she spots him, shoulders sagging with relief. She's stashed her bag in a hidden place, what's important now are the scattered faces of the crew.
She waves. ]
Hey -- looks like you got the English right!
[ Mostly right. She's not about to criticize; he's a kid, not a linguist. ]