pinesnet | (phone, May 20th morning)

[The memory that had returned to so many of them had shaken Laura something fierce; it was familiar, familiar in ways that were beyond what her hospital phobia amounted to, and now - now she's found herself brave enough to cut into her leg and find the tracker hidden inside. Of course, she'd been excited to remove it (and angry, of course, angry that it was even there), but that new energy was soured by waking the next morning and finding that same lump under her skin.

Well. She cuts it out again in the bathroom of the Howlett family, destroys the tracker again, and heads to the phone with icy disgust and offense that far surpasses self-preservation. (Especially when they go also arresting her teacher recently, she really likes her goddamn art class - and her sister, too, though?! Really guys?)]

There are trackers in our legs.

They come back in the morning if you destroy them.

[This message will be suddenly wiped from the phone-lines in three or four minutes. Maybe your character managed to catch it this morning before school, though.]

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[ as she closes her yes she's got to keep her mind from wandering and, therefore, wondering what else. combing her fingers through her hair she clutches the receiver and manages a soft spoken and barely audible thanks. it's only starting to sink in, but it's helping make sense of a lot of what's been happening recently. ]

... You're welcome.

It's good to know... an-a-tomy. School taught me.

It is. [ a nod of the head as she considers asking this next question. ] Do you think that's the only one?

... I don't know.

[She looks at her arms, thoughtful.

Maybe?]

I don't feel other bumps.

I guess that's a relief. [ but she's not going to count her chickens before they hatch. who knows what else they've done to them. ] Are you feeling alright? [ she can't imagine how much it hurt to dig the tracker out of her leg. the thought alone is enough to make her shudder. ]

[She nods to herself, and then -- oh, yes. Phone.

Being a quiet person makes phone-calls a bit awkward.]

I'm fine. I don't hurt easily.

[ just a little bit, but it’s fine. pepper’s used to sudden bouts of silence. ] If they come back I have to assume they… break into our houses. Someone should set a couple of traps…

[Traps? Oh, that's a great idea.]

Good to protect homes from intruders.

Any intruders.

Exactly.

Better to be safe than sorry.

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