[Monday morning: Audio, open]

[kazeninaru]

[Someone's feeling a lot better. Stage one of the disease, gone! Poof! She's also a bit flustered. Checking everywhere she thought she might find her partner is turning up nothing... so, here's the next option.

In Japanese, everyone hears:]

Michiru? Michiru, do you have your phone with you, or your communicator? I'm out of the hospital, and dialing you directly has given me nothing. Pick up your phone, would you?

[About ten minutes later, there's a second broadcast, this one in English:]

Has anyone seen Kaiou Michiru? She is a tall woman, with long wavy hair, colored green-blue, generally seen with me.

Video

[cantcatchme]

[Yeah, it's video. Pietro has gotten to the point where he doesn't care that he looks like crap. And that's saying a lot, if you ask anyone who knows him. He's deathly pale, his hair a complete mess, and is looking far too thin. He hasn't even bothered to lock this to the person he's trying to reach.]

Wherethehellareyou?

[Okay, he's pissed]

What, you think that hey, everyone's getting sick, so why not just fuckoff?! Classy, Erik. When something starts going wrong you just turn your back on it, huh? Leaving me to take the blame and deal with your shit again? Or should I call you father, because you're sureashell acting like him!

[He breaks off in a harsh coughing fit]

Yeah, I'm sick! I might even be dying. Do you even care?

[He's shaking now. Angry, hurt, scared, just needing to lash out at someone. Hey, at least he's out of the denial phase?]