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[Private Text: Various | Monday night]

[A few people get private texts tonight, not too late, but well after dark and moonrise.]

Kaidan:

If you aren't too busy or sleeping already, I would like to meet you at the ship tonight. I appear to have my full faculties inside the ship, but I don't want to be alone in case it wears off at any place or time in here.

Luke, Mulan, Tony, Indrani, Kerra, Shepard, and Sandman (though he's not sure he has Sandman's sent properly, given he's never spoken with him before):

Good evening. I'm back. Did any of us make it out alive, or should I be looking about here in the ship for the rest of us? Do we know what exactly happened in there? Is that thing destroyed?

[He's noticed the countdown is gone, but isn't sure whether he ought to connect it to their expedition or not.]

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[Mulan doesn't come back until Wednesday, and she takes a short time to get her bearings. But seeing as this may actually be important she answers anyway as soon as she feels up to it.]

It seems I took a little longer to come back than some of you. But if it is still relevant, then yes...I am alive. Again. Now.

Oh good, I was growing a tad concerned that perhaps you weren't coming back out, this time.

[There's even some relief in his voice, when he gets the message.]

Thank you for letting me know, Miss Mulan. Are you well? Are you in need of clothing?

I have too many friends that have lost other people lately. I'd rather not do that to them.

[She says, like she has any control over it.]

I'm well. And...yes, actually. Clothes would be nice.

I am starting to believe we should leave clothing there, just enough to get a fellow home.

[Lyall checks the time, huffs a bit, and says,]

I have time to get up there before work. Just barely. If no one else is coming by, I'll leave now.

At this rate that might actually be something to look into.

[Because this is so not cool and she does not have time for this.]

Hold on. I think I heard something. Someone else might be here...I'll get back to you.

Very well. Though I have work in two hours, give or take, so if you don't get back to me quickly I won't be able to help.

[Said apologetically. And he'll be waiting until the last minute before he needs to leave... heh.]

[Her response comes maybe five minutes later.]

My apologies. It was only Commander Shepard. I had to be certain, however.

Nothing to apologize for. Did she bring you clothing, or do you still need me to run by?

We managed to find something I can borrow left by one of the people working on the ship. I hate to take off with their property without asking, but...well if the circumstances were reversed, hopefully they would understand. I'll try to bring them back after.

At least you're being saved an unnecessary trip.

I'm sure they will understand. I am glad you found something suitable.

[And glad he doesn't have to get all the way out there and back before he needs to get to the library. It would've been pretty tight.]

Though now I'm curious whose it is.

...I'm trying not to think about it, myself.

But you know what they say. Needs must. It fits and it at least looks clean. And it'll keep me covered. That's all I care about.

And it's really what's important.

[There's a sage sort of nod to his tone, there.]

I imagine I will see you about town when you get back? If you need anything, or wish backup to deal with... the other versions of us, I am easy to find.

The other versions of what? [Guess who doesn't know about the doppleganagers yet.]

Oh dear. I'm sorry, I should have said. Our bodies, those of us killed by the monsters, who started to calcify? Well, the process apparently did not stop at death, and now they are walking about causing trouble. I have yet to track one down myself, but I have heard of others who have.

Our bodies, as in -- us?

We've...they've become like those other monsters, and they're attacking people? How long has this been going on?

For a day or two, not terribly long. And there have not seemed to be too terribly many casualties....

[Not among humans, anyhow. The amount of calcified animals has yet to be tallied, and probably won't be.]

'Not too many' is still not what I want to hear, Professor. No offense.

I know. But I'm afraid it's the best I have to offer. We will find a way to contain it, though, I assure you.

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