[video]

[plumlucky]

[Stephanie comes onto the network a la video and she looks tired, bedraggled, and kind of like hell in her flannel shirt and still damp jeans.]
 
Hi. Stephanie here. [She wrings her hair a little.]
 
That was an experience I never, ever want to repeat.  [Ever.]
 
Why the ocean? Couldn’t it have been a freshwater lake? At least that way, I wouldn’t feel like a too salty piece of beef jerky, though I guess then you run the risk of leeches and other watery vermin. [She needed a shower, bad, but she had some questions first. It wasn’t unordinary for her to shunt personal hygiene to the side for at least a few minutes when there were answers that could be sniffed out.]
 
And, why a coma? Anybody have any answers? Those guys that ‘saved’ me were kind of vague. I’ll buy coffee – if they have it here and God I hope they do – for anyone that can help me out.
 
[Or at least, she will until her money runs out, anyway.]

Comments

[earpiece]

[Phil may be adaptable, but at his heart he's a man of routine. He can't seem to catch his equilibrium here, though—sure, it's only been a handful of hours, but he's never needed more than that.

Except he's never been in this situation before. You know, being dead and all. He tried sleeping the agitation off, but then someone broke in and now he can't sleep at all.

So when someone on the network mentions coffee, he is so there. It's also kind of a bonus that she looks like shit, too. Makes him feel better, almost.

But at least she doesn't look like she wants to kill someone, which... Phil kinda does.]

Do they even have coffee here?

[plumlucky]

[Oh no no. Steph definitely wants to kill someone. She's just not so bad at hiding it.

Right now, anyway.]

I sure hope so. If I have to survive on caffeinated tea, I'll die.

You got info for me?

[Peeeeeer >_>]

[earpiece]

[Phil's usually not bad at it, either.

But he just.

No. So much no. Over everything.]

I don't. Sorry. I haven't been here much longer than you have, from the looks of it.

[plumlucky]

[Wait - what? He's not sure about...anything? Stephanie's face falls, just a little, then toughens. Hey, she's a bounty hunter, right? She can handle this. She's got lipstick. Handcuffs! Pepperspray.]

Hmph. You been here a day? Two?

[earpiece]

Something like that.

[He's not even sure, to be honest. That's a thing, though, right? Losing sense of time when you're dead?]

[plumlucky]

I'm still trying to learn the rops. [She's. So. Grumpy.]

...What's this about a turtle?

[earpiece]

[OH LOOK, MOOD BUDDIES~]

We're on one.

[plumlucky]

[YEAH BROSIS]

I hope you find that as disturbing and weird as I do.

[earpiece]

I certainly do.

Stephanie, was it? I'm Phil.

[plumlucky]

Yeah, Stephanie. It's nice to meet you Phil, though I'd have picked better circumstances.

[earpiece]

[Here, Stephanie. Have a rueful smile.]

Ditto. Gotta play with the hand you're dealt, though.

[plumlucky]

[She's returning it. Hooboy.]

Yeah. I'm getting pretty familiar with that concept, actually.

[earpiece]

[She certainly sounds as though she's having just as tough a time as he is. But there might not be a single ruder question Phil can think of than, Say, would you happen to be dead?]

Bad day? Aside from... all of this, I mean. Or—on top of it.

[plumlucky]

Well, kind of. Things just hadn't been going my way. That's it.

[earpiece]

I'm sorry.

[And that's not perfunctory sympathy—he really is sorry, for her and for himself and for everyone else here, at least on some level.]

I hope things improve.

[plumlucky]

Oh, it's not so bad. [She smiles at him, and tugs ruefully on her wet hair.]

I mean, I haven't been to the beach in ages anyway.