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[matadorable]

If you're hearing this message, I am probably not here. Or I am furiously pressing every button I can because I forgot how this thing works. One of the two! Either way, I will get back to you...eventually.

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[matadorable]

They make us watch strange moving pictures, and I...so much of it feels like a dream, but I'm certain that they're--

[Manolo squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head. It's hard to collect his thoughts.]

They hurt us if we don't say what they want to hear, and Joaquin is starting to act strange. I don't know what to do...

[mathemagier]

[There's a sharp inhale on the other end. Oh god, their suspicions and the rumors are true]

Yes, I.. I asked after Joaquin. He sounded unusually complacent for the situation. What- is there anything..? Porting anyone affected wouldn't be effective or safe at this point. Newton and I are doing our own investigating. We're going to do everything we can to help.

Have the Soviets made any mention of their plans after the Seminar?

[matadorable]

I know you're working hard. These things just take time, and everything happened so fast...[This whole week feels like a long, chaotic nightmare that doesn't make much sense in hindsight, and so it's more like an exhausting blur if he tries to recount it.]

No. Nothing. [Manolo's voice is uncharacteristically grim.] They probably want to wear everyone down as much as they can before we find out about whatever they're doing next. I'm worried about what this is doing to Joaquin. [He should probably be worried about what it's doing to him too. His leg keeps twitching, and he's starting to get hit with waves of lethargy when he least expects it.]