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[jettisons]

[Bellamy looks exhausted, but by now, there's nothing new about that. His hair is a mess and there are bags under his eyes, but hey, at least he ditched his jacket. Small improvements.]

My name's Bellamy Blake.

[Hey guys, hope you're all doing great, but Bellamy is allergic to polite smalltalk apparently, so he jumps right in.]

Wyver expects us to earn our keep, and we're not exactly drowning in food like we were in Olympia. I'm trying to organize some hunting parties, bring back as much as we can carry. Something tells me not all of us know how to hunt, so I'll teach you if you're willing to put in the work and share what you kill. Any basic survival training you need, I'll help you out.

[That's it, mostly. Except:]

If you're not comfortable leaving the city, don't. We don't need anyone else getting hurt.

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text || murphy

[murphys_laws]

if you need any help teaching survival skills, i should be free to help.

[jettisons]

Got something more important to do?

[He's sort of teasing? Weird.]

[murphys_laws]

what could be more interesting than bellamy blake?

[which, of course, means murphy must respond with carefully crafted sarcasm in return.]

[jettisons]

[And Bellamy responds in his usual way:]

Shut up, Murphy. We're leaving first thing tomorrow.

[murphys_laws]

Are you going to make me get up early, old man?

Are we doing that up before the sun rises thing?

[jettisons]

We are now. Or I could leave your ass home.

[murphys_laws]

... are you doing it solely because of sarcasm?

because that's just not fair, bellamy blake.

[jettisons]

Life's not fair, Murphy. Dawn.