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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Just two.

But I can do more.

[Shouldn't be a prob, my dude.]

Two should be more than enough, don't put your body through more stress than it needs.

How curious it keeps coming back without it really being noticed at the time.

[ Seriously, he'd be expecting an army of men in white coats to do that sort of thing.]

They control the entire town.

They don't like not having it.

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I know that much, I've been here longer that I would like to admit.

I'm more curious as to the how not the why - trying to figure out what is going through their heads right now would be an effort in madness. You would think people would notice an implant coming back as it happens.

... If you want to control something hard enough, you'll find new ways.

[Something icy coils in her stomach, and she feels like eyes are on her. Cameras. Of course they are, they always are. Right? And yet, it feels different. Her room feels bigger than it used to.]

In science.

You're not wrong, I suppose it's the merely the detail that is niggling me, though that will surely make itself known in due course.

[ Things are starting to happen, enough so that even Ignis can feel the hackles on the back of his neck starting to rise. In the time he's been here no-one has spoken out and now all of a sudden someone has and he can't deny that there's some trepidation on wondering what would happen. Along with that comes a hint of shame; since when did he get so complacent? He should be doing everything he can to get back home and to his charge.]

Of course, science. Thank you, for what it's worth, for testing and sharing your research.

De nada.

[She's been saying that a lot. It's starting to become routine.]

The others, it's good to tell them. We help each other.

[ Ignis isn't even certain on the meaning of that one, but he'll be sure to look it up later.]

I'll try and tell who I can where security permits. There may be somewhere in my workplace that will do in a pinch.

[That's something she can at least get behind.]

It's good--

[The line goes dead.

And thanks to the people pulling the strings, the phonecalls vanish.]

(phone, May 20th morning)

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