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[mylawn]

I’m going after the thing we saw on that security feed. My associate and I want a few people who know what they’re doing.

The goal is one or two small teams to do the dirty work, but medical personnel or anyone with experience in containing potentially biohazardous material is also appreciated. We can hunt the thing down and neutralize it, but we’d like to capture it if we can, which means we’ll need a containment method.

Might save everyone a few trips to the decontamination center if the Savrii can determine what it is and if it’s actually dangerous. If you're interested, inquire within. If I don’t know you, be prepared to talk about your skill set. We’ll compensate you for your time.

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[lavelly]

[Lavellan spreads his arms sardonically.]

In the unlikely event it will pass notice, you'll be the first to know.

[mylawn]

Not just because you're crashing on my couch?

[Look at him...making a joke. This is an actual joke this time, not thinly-veiled talk about Real Amputation.]

[lavelly]

[Amazing. Lavellan fixes him with a smirk, his own humor somewhat returning.]

I was going to say something about you being reliable in a crisis, but that's part of it. Would you rather I sleep in your bed?

[Obviously that's the only other option. Going, y'know, home is of the table.]

[mylawn]

Bed's off-limits.

[Also his room is where he keeps the conspiracy wall. Guests are not allowed.]

Ana might let you use hers, but you'll have to ask nicely.

[Not that Jack would ever let Ana sleep on the couch. Preposterous!!!]