#03; 2 Jul, evening. (forward-dated)

[paragon]

Sorry to spring this on the folks just getting out of the hospital. [ Not 'new people'. That would only be more cause for confusion than what he's about to say. ] It'll make more sense if you go back and listen to the recent messages from Dr. Rousseau. In her first message she asked us to accept the leadership of the people who brought us here in exchange for certain freedoms. That's not really how it works.

[ Boy, is it nice to be able to speak his mind again. It took a few days, as he was told, for the consequences of attempting to do so to wear off so he could get on the phone for this at all. ]

They were trying to save the people of this world. I understand that. But to do it they made some choices, choices that kept us from making our own. Made us think their choices were ours. That's something they're gonna have to live with. They don't get to make decisions for us anymore. It's not up to them where we go from here. That's in our hands now, if they really intend to make up for their mistakes. In my experience those with power don't tend to give it up easily, so they've got a long way to go to prove that. Half measures where they approve who goes outside the fence and when don't count. Neither does retaining the positions they've given themselves in this town. They need to offer their cooperation, not ask for ours.

[ That might sound like it's the end of it — short and sweet. It certainly has a note of finality, and maybe you've even hung up on your own by now. But after another pause, he continues: ]

Some of you may have heard my conversation with the doc after her last message. I could only confirm one person for myself with the restrictions they gave me, but I can tell you a friend I've been missing is still alive in one of their cryo units. If people you care about have gone missing too, I'm willing to take them at their word that's where they are too.

[ Now he's done. ]

((ooc: The phone lines throughout Wayward Pines are currently very fucky and unreliable due to the damage to the town and also Raven blowing up a house, y'all. So your character will not necessarily have to pick up the phone this time, since not all lines will be ringing. Please feel free to say they don't hear this message right away or at all if that's your druthers!))

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[imitable]

[ She takes a moment after listening to this speech, contemplates his words and then takes his advice and listens to the conversations at hand (something flickering out of the corner of her eye as she does so — a woman, dark hair, in a white lab coat — but when she turns to look, she's gone). By the time she comes back to respond to this, there's steel in her voice. ]

They took my memories and gave me new ones?

[ There's something about that — that angers her. She doesn't know why, and that angers her further. ]

[paragon]

Yeah. Sorry to drop you right into it.

[imitable]

Somehow I get the feeling it isn't your fault.

[paragon]

Still, it's quite a welcome.

[imitable]

And here I thought flowers were the appropriate gift for someone who was in the hospital.

[paragon]

Well, you seem to be taking this one pretty well.

[imitable]

[ She goes quiet. ]

I know I'm supposed to be angry about this — but I don't remember why. And that just makes me even more angry. [ A beat. ]

Maybe when I remember I'll take it less well.

[paragon]

[ He's also quiet for a moment. ]

I can tell you it doesn't come from nowhere.