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"Hey! This is Elle. Sorry I missed you. I'll get back to you as soon as I can, promise!"

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4/17

[ersatzeverything]

[In between going back and forth from the prison station, retrieving supplies and going through decontamination procedures, Deacon finds time to write Elle a text.]

10 boxes of Fancy Lads in my mailbox. Save me from myself.

[quixotically]

[Elle laughs when she sees the message.]

okay, I guess I can help you out :) Where should I meet you?

[ersatzeverything]

Observation deck. Bring an appetite and maybe RadAway.

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[quixotically]

On it :) :)

[And, true to her word, she'll truck it on over to the observation deck not long after sending this last text, dressed in the dirty pink wasteland dress she still has and the equally dirty hoodie pulled on over it. She does one better than just bringing RadAway, she brings her entire pack. She doesn't like going anywhere without it, okay? Old habits, etc.]

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[ersatzeverything]

[It's good to see a familiar style. Deacon opted for black trousers, white shirt, and black vest this time, with no wig but the omnipresent sunglasses are firmly in place.]

Hey. Ready to indulge in an epic sugar high? I wasn't exaggerating when I said they left me ten boxes.

[quixotically]

[Elle giggles.]

Good grief. That was nice of them, though. [Her hands have been in the hoodie pocket, and she pulls them out now.] They gave me my guns back, too, the ones the Ingress took. I guess they found them, or whatever.

[ersatzeverything]

Maybe they think I need to put on weight.

[If so, giving him Fancy Lads is definitely the way to do it.]

I came through fully armed, but the Ingress didn't like my shades. It has, like, no sense of style. I got three pairs in the mail later, though.

[quixotically]

God, it was so annoying. They took my pistol and my rifle, but left me the ammo and my shotgun. And the ammo they did take was my twelve gauge. I had to contact the armory to see if they'd let me make my own just so I wouldn't be completely useless.

[ersatzeverything]

Wow. I wonder if the Ingress has an actual sense of humor? An evil sense of humor but...yeah. I wonder if it's sentient. Because that is an amazing practical joke.

[quixotically]

[Elle's expression goes from well-humored to thoughtful, her head even tilting.] You know... I wonder, too. Like... It feels like, sometimes, the things it does can't just be a coincidence.