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Christopher Pike

I hear you're building defenses. I scouted out a little yesterday and found some materials, couldn't get them back to the campus so I stashed and marked them. I have a rough map of where I left them, too. If you need help reinforcing anything, let me know, I'm always happy to help.

Natasha

My shoulder's banged up. Nothing I can't ignore and no big deal, but it clued me in that I'm... not super-soldier this week. Still big, still healthy. But I thought you should know in case you're coming up with any plans or anything happens. I've let Sam and Bucky know, as well as my parimeter-partner.

But your sister chewed me out already and I promised I'd tell you, too.

How're you doing?

Edit/Update

Orlin

Hey. Seen you around, first week I was trapped around this mess and had no memories, and you were offering those brain scans. I guess you're a medic of some kind?

Natasha said I should check in with you about a small shoulder-wrench. Personally, I think it's fine. Sore, but still completely mobile and functional. Just aches. I've been keeping it still and not using it as much.

I really don't think it's a big deal, but, I promised Nat I'd check with you. If your.. scanner thing or other resources are better used elsewhere, I'd honestly rather you save 'em.

Varric sighed softly as he moved into possibly the biggest, most dilapitated Human city he'd ever seen. There were big ones in his homeworld, of course, ones where you similarly couldn't see the end. But he'd never been in one that classified as 'ruins', no matter the architecture.

Chiding himself on being dwarven for noticing the quality of the structures, Varric recentered himself on minding the surroundings. It was unlike anything he'd seen before, even by human standards. That wasn't as disconcerting to him though, he'd been through plenty of foriegn lands in his own world. What was worse was the feel of the place, which had nothing to do with the insane amount of fake-stone he was walking over and surrounded by.

Glancing over at the first other being he'd actually spoken to other than the angry, hairy nug who had seemed to decide interrupting its dinner warranted a full-on vendetta of harrassment the past few days, Varric gently hefted the lovely weight of his crossbow as he and the blond human in weird clothes pushed forward into the depths of the city, further back from the same-but-different ruins he'd been staring at for several days. Clint didn't seem too bad, after all, and the last time he'd been hijacked the company had been a lot less amicable. That was enough to give the Dwarf a small morale boost.

Nudging his partner as they walked further and further from the strange but familiar set of buildings, he nodded up ahead.

"Any idea what those signs mean? I can't read the writing," he grunted. Most of them were only half visible, but the characters were strange to him, and they were mostly in squares and without the pictures or shapes that had been more or less standard in his own world to indicate to non-native speakers. Really, what was so hard about making shapes like an anvil for a smithy, an apple or a haunch for a different sort of grocer? He grunted again in irritation and checked his 'phone', the word Clint had told him meant the little black box. The guy had invaluable insight, but Varric was still working it out. "Word on the street is shamblers and a lack of food or water, though I guess somebody already found a stream. We should probably look for grub... doesn't matter who you are, grub's important." Though he wouldn't mind finding a vat of ale, either.

STEVIE

Where are you? How are you? Are you okay?

EDDIE

Out of curiosity, did your phone reset?

STEVE H.

I bet having a vampire for a roommate doesn't seem so bad when we're surrounded by zombies.