[Visual] [Location- Random Warehouse]

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The tablet briefly displays a skewed glimpse of what looks like a makeshift science lab inside a large empty warehouse-- the emphasis on makeshift. A few library books stacked on surfaces, spines bearing titles like Chemistry for Students and Practical Science. There's bits of pipe, a sink, projects scattered in phases of half-completed.

Paul Smecker rights the tablet, and takes a breath. In one hand he has a pair of safety goggles, which he sets down on the counter with a level of care that is a marked contrast from the last time he made a broadcast.

"Hey, Taxon," he says after several awkward seconds. "I don't know how many people got a chance to know her, but Alexis Castle's gone."

He pauses, opens his mouth as if to say something else, then just shakes his head and presses the button to end the call.

Paul stands there a moment in the silence of the warehouse, then sets a plastic bag full of supplies down on the counter. No need for them now. Class for Alexis has been canceled, permanently.

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"See earlier statement: shitty information sharing," Paul sighs. "Dawn might-- that's Dawn Summers, she's another about your age. Godric might. There used to be a guy named Kirk who might have, I don't know, but he's gone. If someone is keeping a master list of glitches, they haven't told me about it."

He starts cracking his knuckles, absently, the tablet balanced on one knee as he stares out over the park.

"Minor glitches seem to happen all the time. I've been forced to kiss a stranger, forced to speak in an Irish accent-- irritating things, but not life-threatening. The dragon's happened once when I've been here. The zombies once, but it lasted... a week? I don't know, I was dead for part of it." (Very very bitter and dry, there.)

"The vampires.... let's see, five people have been bitten since I got here. So all of that, within eight months. If you're into the sciences, I'm sure you can do the math."