IC Contact Post

[therushingsky]

"Heyyyy, you've reached the head office of the Atlas Corporation, leave a message and your number, and one of our people will get back to you."

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[therushingsky]

[On his end, Rhys throws his communicator at the wall of the infirmary.

His throwing arm is pretty weak right now though, so it just lands in the middle of the floor.

The only comfort of being one of nearly half a dozen victims, is that no one's really paying attention to whether he's crying, or why. Anyway, weren't they all?]