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[failureisntachoice]

[ An automated voice speaks because someone hasn't bothered to set up a proper voicemail. The only part in her voice is her name. ] You have reached Agent Texas. Leave a message at the tone.

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[failureisntachoice]

The good places.

You're buying all my drinks? What did you want to talk about?

[overemotionally]

if it has alcohol does it matter?

And sure i guess. just wanted to hang out and shoot the shit

[Because Tex can't possibly drink that much...right?]

[failureisntachoice]

Yeah, it does.

Name a place and time.

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[bestever]

Hey. You're probably gonna think this is a stupid question, but. Are you still here? The teleporter thingy is... I don't know what the fuck is going on, but it seems to be screwing with me specifically.

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[failureisntachoice]

Yeah, I'm still here. You're not the only one it's screwing with. What's happening to you?

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[bestever]

[oh, thank god. it was weird, getting back and realizing that she was still here, alive ( for a given value of the term ) and able to talk to him. he hadn't even been able to say goodbye HERE, for fuck's sake.] Ooooh, you know. Just fucking with the rest of the Blue's memories, half of them remember too much and the other half doesn't remember enough.

Thought I'd check in and make sure you, like. Actually know who I am, still.

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[failureisntachoice]

[ ...Great, so they got hit with the bullshit going around too. Nothing could ever be that easy. ]

Yeah, I do. You're Epsilon. What the hell's going on with Tucker and Church then? [ She's still in denial about Wash being a blue. She will hold this until the day she dies. ]

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[bestever]

[the tiniest HRMPH imaginable.] I dunno what's going on with Alpha, but Washington only remembers like, the training for Freelancer, and Tucker's jumped ahead by, like, a year.

Uuuuh, so have I, actually. So that's weird, too. [he missed you, beta!!!]

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[failureisntachoice]

[ She loves you too, Epsilon. Even if she pretends she doesn't. ] So Wash went back to being a rookie and you and Tucker are still farther ahead.

[ She sighs. ] At least I know you both lived another year.

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[bestever]

[... oh. uh.] Rrrrright. We sure did! What a good year, too.

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[failureisntachoice]

How much went wrong this time?

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[bestever]

[sssssiiiiiiIIIIIGH.] ... Everything, really. What else is new?

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[failureisntachoice]

Nothing. [ She's frowning to herself as she pauses a moment. ] How are you holding up?

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[bestever]

Uh. [... well, he wasn't expecting that.] Well enough, here. Things are kinda... Well, they're kinda going to shit, back there. But I guess it doesn't exactly matter here, huh?

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[failureisntachoice]

[ She sighs. ] No, there's not. Did you and Tucker get pulled out of the thick of it?

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[bestever]

Sssssssort of. It's complicated? It also sucks. So, you know. I'm just. Adjusting. [to being alive, still, for some reason.]

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[failureisntachoice]

[ She pauses as she considers her next question. Should she...? The pause drags on for a couple seconds longer before she offers in a carefully even tone, ] Do you need help adjusting?

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[bestever]

No! [... he realizes that he said that a little too fast, and reels back momentarily.] No, no. It's fine. I was just...

Expecting something else, I guess. No big.

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[failureisntachoice]

[ It is said too quickly, but she lets the 'no' stay. They live in the same house, she'll be around whether he likes it or not. ] What were you expecting? For me to have forgotten you?

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[bestever]

[that's......... a little too honest for epsilon.] No! No.

Ffffff, nah. I mean... It's not like everybody else has. Haha!

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[failureisntachoice]

[ Sorry Epsilon, she doesn't like to beat around the bush. ]

I get that Wash may have, but Tucker should remember you. Right?

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[fuckai]

[The first thing Alpha had done, upon realizing he was online somewhere other than the Mother of Invention, was figure out where the hell he was. And that was... well, it was simple enough. Even though it didn't make sense. Florida. In some city that wasn't matching up with historical records even when the state still existed.

The second thing he did, was search through the main network for any names he recognized. So far, there were three. Leonard Church was-- well, it was the first one he looked into. And it was jarring, hearing the voice he'd settled on back when he was first allowed to run. But it wasn't the Director, that much was for goddamn sure.

So, he turned to the other two names. Agent Texas and Agent Washington. Out of the two of them, only one really made sense, as far as contact went. After all, one of the first things the Director had made clear to him was that he was to have limited (which really meant no) contact with the Freelancers. At least until it was decided who he would implant in.

Which is why, just minutes after the life of every imPort went to hell, (and after a full minute or so of frantically wondering just how the hell you actually start a conversation with someone you're not actually supposed to be talking to-- not that that's stopped him before, but. You know. There's some basic programming he's going around, right now) he's sending a text through to her comm.]

Agent Texas?

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[failureisntachoice]

[ There he is. She's been running into change after change all day and after she heard from Epsilon not too long ago, she's making her way back to the house. Epsilon hadn't heard from Alpha, but Wash and Tucker sounded disoriented yet fine from the AI's accounts. They'd manage fine without her.

It's Alpha, Church, that she's concerned about and thank fucking god he's texting her. Even if that's a weird as hell greeting for him to use. ]

Church? Are you okay? Epsilon messaged me a bit ago, sounds like things have been going to shit for more people than I thought.

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[fuckai]

[Church? Why is she calling him Church? It's strange enough that he's pausing for a millisecond, letting the bewilderment wash over him for a moment before shrugging it off, figuring its something he can ask about later.

You know, after he figures out what the hell is actually going on here.]

I'm fine, but I think someone tried to give me corrupted history files or something. Where are we? What happened to the ship?

[....]

And who the hell's Epsilon?

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[failureisntachoice]

You're fucking kidding me.

[ That text is sent before she can stop it. Of course he'd be hit too. Of course. And he's not fortunate enough to remember any of this bullshit which means he's somewhere on this damn planet. Alone. Which means she needs to find him and make sure he's all right. ]

Are you at the house? If you aren't, send your coordinates.