A Phantom Text [text] [Locked to Stacia]

[piper90npcs]

[The message is strange. There is no user id associated with it. It's like getting a phantom text message, a blip from some unknown source.]

Some of your friends need help.

She's killing them.

[The person writing the message lists the floors, sections, and the designations from the signs in the corridors the two attacks are happening on, with the designation of the nearest intersection with another corridor.]

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[credit_not_blame]

[Stacia immediately copy-pastes the information into an announcement to the rest of the new hires. Normally she doesn't trust unidentified informants this quickly, but these are special circumstances, and they're not in areas of the Rig that New Hires are forbidden.]

Thanks, stranger. What else can you tell me?

[piper90npcs]

I saw pale kings, and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
Who cry'd—‘La Belle sans Pitie
Hath thee in thrall!’

[credit_not_blame]

[Cryptic! Okay then.]

Got it. Anything else you can tell me, or should I focus on running? Can I get in touch with you later?

[piper90npcs]

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

[credit_not_blame]

That's a 'no' then. Okay, thanks for the information.

[She's going to try and reach out later anyway, but right now? She's got to run.]