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[Fitz had intended to send this as a private message to Dr. Foster, but a sudden onset of dizziness and blurred vision meant a text message was out of the question. Video would have to do. He'd remembered to set the privacy settings, hadn't he? Probably.

He addresses the network with a bleary expression, glassy eyes rolling up into his head until he blinks to train them back into place. His skin is an unhealthy pallor, ghastly white with a rash of dark splotches tainting the deep bags under his eyes.]

Doctor Foster... I, ah... The samples from the tunnels? I've been performing analyses, and I've reason to suspect that they aren't quite safe... They react terribly to human DNA samples. It's... I'm not a strong enough biologist to reach a proper conclusion, but some sort of degeneration appears to be taking place.

I also think it might be in our best interests to quarantine off the remaining sediment. The dust has been... It's...

[He grimaces and clenches his jaw, bowing his head for a long moment. He doesn't finish his thought, jumping over to a different one instead.]

Would advise against further reconnaissance trips to the tunnels. At least until we've had more time to study.

[He clumsily gropes along the keyboard next. One of those button presses probably manages to post it. Probably.]

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[Those who thought the darkness was limited to the subterranean levels of Wonderland might be dismayed by a certain scientist's decision to bring a cursed object onto a higher level. Fitz, believing fully that "cursed objects" were silly superstitions, saw nothing wrong with the idea of bringing it topside for testing and discovery. That was before the illness struck. Now, there's just pain. Pain and... some kind of faint melody. It's too distant to make out yet, a soft buzzing at the edge of his thoughts.

After leaving his message, he abandons the lab entirely, with the intent to return to his room on the fourth floor and sleep until the illness breaks on its own. He's underestimated the frequent onsets of mystical pain, though. He'll most likely be a huddled lump of a person curled against a hallway wall, shivering despite a critically high fever.

He'll still argue any "taint" or "curse" talk, though. It's probably nothing that antibiotics can't cure.]

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What the fuck did you do.

[Oh dear, the American. This is fairly high up his list of "Do Not Want".]

In the last few hours? Mostly coughing.

Are you fucking telling me that you brought some goddamn toxic cursed bullshit into the fucking mansion? What the fuck is wr-wr-wrong with you! I-It was staying contained to the fucking tunnels and you brought it here? Holy FUCK!

Curses aren't even real things. I'd thought you at least would be able to see through that rot.

[He'd be rolling his eyes it if wouldn't make his eyes feel like they were exploding.]

Are you completely fucking kidding me right now. Are you. A-A-Are you completely, just fucking. Just completely fucking k-k-kidding me.

YOU'RE IN ANOTHER GOD FUCKING DAMN DIMENSION AND YOU'RE DRAWING THE LINE AT CURSES? THE GODDAMN FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

Of course I'm drawing the line at curses. [Do you even Science at all/i>?] "Curse" is just a word people use to give a reason to something they can't understand. It's a way for people to stop feeling like they have to find solutions for their problems.

You're in Wonderland! Y-Y-Y-Y-You're in fucking WONDERLAND! Who the fuck cares whether magic is real in your universe, it's sure as fuck real here and it's sure as fuck real in mine, and it's sure as fuck real in th-th-the universe this shit is from, you stupid fuck! Listen, I'm, I'm used to jeopardizing entire populations and planets, but holy shit, usually it's because I fucking mean to. You literally jeopardized everyone in th-the mansion smart enough to avoid the fuck out of those stupid tunnels because you didn't b-b-b-believe that something could be real?

You jeopardized my grandson, you stupid piece of shit, you--

Okay tell me where you are, I mean, you deserve all the suffering th-this shitty death is gonna entail but I wanna kill you myself.

And in my world, there are literal gods who come down from the sky to throw elements around for fun. It's still explainable.

[He pinches the bridge of his nose.]

Whatever shouting you want to do -- can it wait?

Wow, that's nice, I-I don't give a fuck, who gives two post-Mexican shits about gods?

L-Listen, you're basically a zombie at this point, and y-y-you're probably gonna start biting people and plaguing the rest of us soon, so just tell me where you are and I'll fucking kill you. And then you won't have to worry about bringing any, any, any innocent people down with your dumb fuckass.

Whatever this is has absolutely nothing to do with zombies. [Old man, could you possibly be less pleasant??]

It isn't pleasant, but I assure you there's no accompanying craving for human flesh.

Th-They're magic demon zombies, don't fucking argue semantics! B-But oh right, magic toooootally doesn't exist and demons toooootally don't exist be-because nothing outside the r-r-realm of your direct experience after your, your what, like, how old are you, like twenty? Y-Yeah, wow! Twenty years spent on the same planet in the s-same universe, yeah! Yeah you're, you're really a goddamn authority on what exists and what doesn't, wow, fuck, yeah, si-sign me up for your lectures, Dr. Fucklord.

Tell me wh-where the fuck you are before I build a goddamn robot to find you because I-I'll fucking do it. A-And if you die and spread curse around before I can get to you?

[He leans very close to the camera and enunciates every word.]

I'll make sure once you come back that you rack up four more deaths faster than you can mispronounce "scone." You understand me you little shit?

[Nope. Nope, today is not the day. He coughs violently, then gives a half-lidded stare to the camera.]

Sorry, what's that? It's so hard to understand that accent of yours. Maybe I need to turn up the volume...

[His finger is so hovering over the power switch right now.]

Okay, cool. The hard way, then. You know, I-I was gonna be nice and just vaporize you, all painless and shit, but I think I'm just gonna do it the old-fashioned way.

Let's see, where'd I put that...

[He starts literally building a robot on-screen.]

[He absolutely does not have the energy to indulge an old man's senility. He disconnects without a further word.]

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