First Clue - Audio/Text

[whistlesatengineers]

[ The first sound out of the comm was a suspicious thump thump thump. Someone’s testing to see if it’s on, maybe? After that, someone whistles what sounds like the acknowledging warble a computer might make. After that is a long, tense pause, followed by a grunt. The audio flicks off, but typing starts after a few more moments. ]

Gunney? Dare?

[ Another long pause before the typing continues. ]

This isn’t New Mombasa. This probably isn’t even Earth, is it? Where am I?

[ More importantly, where are his guns?!]

Comments

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Mhm, yeah. And whatever you were wearing at the time of death? It gets scattered al over the ship. So...if you like that armor...[She lifts a brow, flicking her eyes over him as she turns to peer,] You definitely might want to snag some clothing while we're there.

[whistlesatengineers]

[ He cuts his speaker just to give himself the chance to curse with no one listening. He'd rather not be out of his armor while he's here, but he doesn't want it all over the ship, either. ] Sounds like a good idea, yeah.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I know it sucks, but I've...lost a few things that way. [At least most of her things got returned to her at some point.]

Sorry...

[Once to the deck, she leads the way to the massive room full of suitcases.]

...In here.

[whistlesatengineers]

Not your fault. I'll just have to be careful. [ Because the last thing he wants is that Covie finding his helmet... or anything else belonging to him.

He stops for a moment, just... looking. That's a lot of suitcases right there. ]

Wow.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Dying...isn't fun. [She pushes her hair behind her ear with a grin.]

Yeah, loads of stuff, right?

[whistlesatengineers]

Yeah. Everything but weapons, I'm guessing?

[ He could make that little room almost like home, with a few things. ]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Yup, no weapons. [She shakes her head.]

Take what you need, I can help you carry stuff, if you want.

[whistlesatengineers]

If I can find a bag, I can probably handle it. [ He's not overly strong, but he can handle himself. And his list is pretty short - he just needs clothes, a pen, and some paper right now. ]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you can jack a suitcase. [She offered helpfully, folding her arms.]

Well uh, I guess... you don't need me anymore. Think you can find your way back to your room?

[whistlesatengineers]

I think so. Thanks for all of your help, Mikaela. I appreciate it.

[ She's been like another Superintendent for him, here. He's more grateful than he can really express. ]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Sure, no problem. Just uh...comm me if you need anything else, okay? [She waves her little device then stuffs it back into her pocket.]

[whistlesatengineers]

[ He nods. ]

Same to you. If you need anything, I'm always reachable.

[ She's a human. He's kind of sword to protect his species, which he's not giving up. ]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Sure. [She gives him a wave.]

See you around. [And she's off~! To somewhere...that isn't a flower field.]