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tuskenlancer[She'd waited, patiently, for them to respond to her messages. When that hadn't worked, she'd gone looking for them. And looked. And looked.
They're gone.
CT has a sinking feeling that she knows exactly where York, North, and Kara have gone - or at least the first two. Kara...well, she'd never been quite clear on where exactly home was to her.
The point is, though, that they're not here anymore, at least nowhere that she can find them. It's like they've disappeared without a trace, and while some part of her, at least, had been expecting exactly that to happen...she can't quite bring herself to give up. Not yet.
The post is simple, text with no audio, though she does post pictures of the three of them as well. This place is strange enough. Maybe it's just zombies or monsters again. Maybe they haven't up and left her here alone.]
MISSING
Agent North Dakota, 6'4", blond hair, purple armor, always calm and friendly, excellent sniper shot.
Agent New York, 6'1", brown hair, tan armor, enjoys breaking into things, cooking, and annoying people until they want to scream. Prominent facial scar over his left eye.
Kara Thrace, 5'6", blond hair, arm tattoos, enjoys alcohol, cigars and Agent New York.
Information leading to their discovery will be rewarded. Agent New York is exempt from said reward (you don't get a prize for turning yourself in, York).
Please respond as soon as possible with any leads.
[CT presses her lips together, staring over what she'd written, and posts it, angrily swallowing past the lump in her throat.
She hopes it's just zombies.]
They're gone.
CT has a sinking feeling that she knows exactly where York, North, and Kara have gone - or at least the first two. Kara...well, she'd never been quite clear on where exactly home was to her.
The point is, though, that they're not here anymore, at least nowhere that she can find them. It's like they've disappeared without a trace, and while some part of her, at least, had been expecting exactly that to happen...she can't quite bring herself to give up. Not yet.
The post is simple, text with no audio, though she does post pictures of the three of them as well. This place is strange enough. Maybe it's just zombies or monsters again. Maybe they haven't up and left her here alone.]
Agent North Dakota, 6'4", blond hair, purple armor, always calm and friendly, excellent sniper shot.
Agent New York, 6'1", brown hair, tan armor, enjoys breaking into things, cooking, and annoying people until they want to scream. Prominent facial scar over his left eye.
Kara Thrace, 5'6", blond hair, arm tattoos, enjoys alcohol, cigars and Agent New York.
Information leading to their discovery will be rewarded. Agent New York is exempt from said reward (you don't get a prize for turning yourself in, York).
Please respond as soon as possible with any leads.
[CT presses her lips together, staring over what she'd written, and posts it, angrily swallowing past the lump in her throat.
She hopes it's just zombies.]
spacehipster[ It's bright outside, as a disheveled man, looking a fair bit mad with his bow-tie askew, addresses the console cheerfully. ] Helloooo, citizens of the Tu Vishan! This is your captain speaking. Not really, but I do like the thought of being a captain, at some point. [ He winks. ]
I'm new, obviously, and it seems I'm not alone in that, so hello, fellow news, and good day, dearest olds — though I suppose whether the day is good or bad or simply so-so is entirely subjective. [ He sticks out his tongue briefly. ] Still, it tastes like an awfully good day, if you ask me, which you didn't; but it's a bit late to protest as I've already told you.
Anyway, I'm curious about some things, so let's skip pleasantries and go straight to queries, if you're so inclined. [ He holds up one finger. ] Thing one: where and when are you lot from? An approximation is fine. And don't worry about confusing me if it's complicated or timey-wimey shenanigans are involved. I happen to be rather quick on the uptake.
[ Two fingers up, like a peace sign. ] Thing two: flatmates. [ said as if it is the newest, most delicious word to ever be spoken. ] Apparently, I'll be lodging in WO-2B, so if you're also lodging in WO-2B, I am led to believe that makes us mates of the flat variety. In other words, lodgers, roomies, neighbors. etc. Which means we really ought to get together and chat a bit, maybe eat crisps, talk about girls — standard flatmate stuff. Yeaaaah. Flatmate stuff. Love a good flatmate, I do.
[ Three fingers and a grin so wide, it nearly splits his face. ] Thing three: great, big, sexy, blue box. I'm looking for her, and she's probably looking for me. Tangentially related, large-nosed Roman and shout-y ginger. May or may not be with the box; most definitely with each other. Probably kissing. [ kissing noises go here. ]
Oh, I'm the Doctor, by the by. Lovely to meet you all.
I'm new, obviously, and it seems I'm not alone in that, so hello, fellow news, and good day, dearest olds — though I suppose whether the day is good or bad or simply so-so is entirely subjective. [ He sticks out his tongue briefly. ] Still, it tastes like an awfully good day, if you ask me, which you didn't; but it's a bit late to protest as I've already told you.
Anyway, I'm curious about some things, so let's skip pleasantries and go straight to queries, if you're so inclined. [ He holds up one finger. ] Thing one: where and when are you lot from? An approximation is fine. And don't worry about confusing me if it's complicated or timey-wimey shenanigans are involved. I happen to be rather quick on the uptake.
[ Two fingers up, like a peace sign. ] Thing two: flatmates. [ said as if it is the newest, most delicious word to ever be spoken. ] Apparently, I'll be lodging in WO-2B, so if you're also lodging in WO-2B, I am led to believe that makes us mates of the flat variety. In other words, lodgers, roomies, neighbors. etc. Which means we really ought to get together and chat a bit, maybe eat crisps, talk about girls — standard flatmate stuff. Yeaaaah. Flatmate stuff. Love a good flatmate, I do.
[ Three fingers and a grin so wide, it nearly splits his face. ] Thing three: great, big, sexy, blue box. I'm looking for her, and she's probably looking for me. Tangentially related, large-nosed Roman and shout-y ginger. May or may not be with the box; most definitely with each other. Probably kissing. [ kissing noises go here. ]
Oh, I'm the Doctor, by the by. Lovely to meet you all.
knowsmadness[ kara is, as always, relaxed and reclining - boots up, cigar in hand. it's standard fare with kara thrace, y'know. she does other things, of course - smoking (and drinking, you just can't see that glass full of amber liquid off to the side) just happens to be one of her favorites!
smoke curls from her lips as she grins, and she leans to ash her cigar in the adjacent tray while her free hand holds up a pretty little invitation between middle and pointer finger. ]
A party, huh? Anyone else get one of these?
[ a shout over her shoulder-- ]
Hey York -- wanna go to a party?
[ her attention back on the camera, Kara grins again. ]
This should be fun.
smoke curls from her lips as she grins, and she leans to ash her cigar in the adjacent tray while her free hand holds up a pretty little invitation between middle and pointer finger. ]
A party, huh? Anyone else get one of these?
[ a shout over her shoulder-- ]
Hey York -- wanna go to a party?
[ her attention back on the camera, Kara grins again. ]
This should be fun.
anonymous text
November 30th, 2012 07:09tuskenlancerI need someone capable of lifting a half-ton about fifteen miles out onto the mainland. It doesn't have to be moved far, but you need to be able to not talk about what you see. Ever.
I'm willing to negotiate prices.
[SOMEONE NEEDS HER POWER ARMOR BACK. :( This takes place soonish after this thread in which Mandorallen helps CT out of her armor and helps her back to the mainland, so it's backdated a bit whoops.
also shush it's not paranoia if they're really all out to get you!!1]
I'm willing to negotiate prices.
[SOMEONE NEEDS HER POWER ARMOR BACK. :( This takes place soonish after this thread in which Mandorallen helps CT out of her armor and helps her back to the mainland, so it's backdated a bit whoops.
also shush it's not paranoia if they're really all out to get you!!1]
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November 11th, 2012 19:34youfallback[When Carolina turns on her video, she does so with a surprising calm. She's done some reading back on those who might already be here, but those aren't the place to announce her presence. The lists, though, she should likely address one of those lists first. Someone that she's owed an apology for a very long time.
So, without her helmet and without much pomp and circumstance,] My name is Agent Carolina. I hear that someone's looking for me.
[She doesn't smile, but she doesn't frown either, finding herself stuck in an odd middle ground that she's never been comfortable in. Now comes the waiting, for a response from anyone really, someone to provide a lifeline where she's never needed one before.]
So, without her helmet and without much pomp and circumstance,] My name is Agent Carolina. I hear that someone's looking for me.
[She doesn't smile, but she doesn't frown either, finding herself stuck in an odd middle ground that she's never been comfortable in. Now comes the waiting, for a response from anyone really, someone to provide a lifeline where she's never needed one before.]
audio | 02
November 3rd, 2012 13:39tuskenlancer[GOOD MORNING KEELIAI it's your friendly neighborhood disembodied voice on the network. Well, actually, maybe not all that friendly. She sounds just as uptight and defensive as ever, the voice modifier still on to disguise her real voice.]
Anyone who's not planning on exploring the mainland and has extra rations or supplies to spare. I'm willing to pay or barter. I'll give you a fair price.
[There's a slight pause, as if she's thinking, before she adds,]
Don't bother responding if you're just going to waste my time.
Anyone who's not planning on exploring the mainland and has extra rations or supplies to spare. I'm willing to pay or barter. I'll give you a fair price.
[There's a slight pause, as if she's thinking, before she adds,]
Don't bother responding if you're just going to waste my time.
video | 001
October 21st, 2012 14:18iron_ego[Tony appears in a pair of dress light slacks and a dark button down shirt with the top two buttons undone. He's in his suite and the area around the console is one-third office space and two-thirds workshop. A partial profile of the Mark VI can be seen in the far back.
He looks at the camera, his business face on.]
CEO of multinational corporation seeking employees for long walks on the beach and late, candlelit shifts. [He pauses, tut-tuting thoughtfully.] Must be willing to be to accept a benefits package that is, let's face it, far and above what that dime store imitation Wayne Enterprises offers.
[Tony drops the token formality, taking on a charming grin.]
Stark Industries is back in business, folks. I'm launching a Keeliai subsidiary with what is, by the by, a very generous initial contract. [Guess who's pleased to be offering mobile telecommunications to the enforcement of Keeliai?]
And here's where all of you -- [Said with a gesture to the camera.] -- come in. I'm hiring and entry-level pay is twice what the going rate offered by the kedan. Plus, you get the satisfaction of supporting your fellow Foreigners on this turtle acid trip.
Telecommunications experience is a bonus, but in a city that thinks the smoke signal is better than texting? I'll be flexible.
[His grin widens.]
And, ladies? The position of my personal assistant is open and pays three times the kedan rate, to start. Try not to trip over each other in your rush to apply, because I promise each and every one of you will get a personal interview with Tony Stark himself.
He looks at the camera, his business face on.]
CEO of multinational corporation seeking employees for long walks on the beach and late, candlelit shifts. [He pauses, tut-tuting thoughtfully.] Must be willing to be to accept a benefits package that is, let's face it, far and above what that dime store imitation Wayne Enterprises offers.
[Tony drops the token formality, taking on a charming grin.]
Stark Industries is back in business, folks. I'm launching a Keeliai subsidiary with what is, by the by, a very generous initial contract. [Guess who's pleased to be offering mobile telecommunications to the enforcement of Keeliai?]
And here's where all of you -- [Said with a gesture to the camera.] -- come in. I'm hiring and entry-level pay is twice what the going rate offered by the kedan. Plus, you get the satisfaction of supporting your fellow Foreigners on this turtle acid trip.
Telecommunications experience is a bonus, but in a city that thinks the smoke signal is better than texting? I'll be flexible.
[His grin widens.]
And, ladies? The position of my personal assistant is open and pays three times the kedan rate, to start. Try not to trip over each other in your rush to apply, because I promise each and every one of you will get a personal interview with Tony Stark himself.
knowsmadness[ This sure is Kara Thrace, chilling out at one of those cafes and those free comm things. She's just hanging out, right there in the middle of it with her boots up and not giving a frak about the dirty looks she's getting. ]
So for those of you that haven't heard or haven't smelled it yet, there was a fire in one of the earth buildings last night.
[ There is a distinct pause here before she continues, eyes slightly narrowed as she looks at the screen. ]
And it spread to mine, specifically.
Cause unknown, or at least - it still is to me it is. Anyone know what the frak happened? [ Brows UP. ANYONE? ]
Anyway, that means I'm homeless right now. [ ashing her cigar. ]
York, looking at you.
So for those of you that haven't heard or haven't smelled it yet, there was a fire in one of the earth buildings last night.
[ There is a distinct pause here before she continues, eyes slightly narrowed as she looks at the screen. ]
And it spread to mine, specifically.
Cause unknown, or at least - it still is to me it is. Anyone know what the frak happened? [ Brows UP. ANYONE? ]
Anyway, that means I'm homeless right now. [ ashing her cigar. ]
York, looking at you.
ex_capt410[Hello hello Jack is greeting all of you lovely post-waterlogged people with a salute and a smile. For the so inclined, you might notice the backdrop has changed a little - because he's not in his flat. He is in fact posting from the Doctor's computer.]
Has there been a damage assessment from the storm yet? Property, businesses, people? If anyo-
[ But whoever could this be? In the background, those watching may spy the familiar face of the Doctor. Except instead of his usual tweed and bowtie, he's wrapped in a blanket and not looking quite as energetic as usual for anyone familiar with him. ]
-- Jack. Something feels off.
[ ...something being the mauve tinge his face currently has.
Come round, everyone. Thus begins the wonderful story of "Captain Jack hears an achoo!"
In which Jack turns around to witness said mauve, trailing off and forgetting whatever he was talking about.]
Doctor? ...You're purple.
Mauve, actually. And it's really quite concerning.
My hands are all clammy and my forehead feels like burning.
I liked you better pink. --Are you sick? Can you get sick?
That's only on Wednesdays and no, that's rubbish. I really can't be sure, I need a celery stick.
Are you channeling Dr. Seuss? What did you get into now?
I feel just okay, I feel just fine. If you don't believe me, come see how -- [ and conveniently cut off by a sneeze. ]
I'm simultaneously confused and grossed out. You need to lay down. And stop talking.
Nonsense, Jack. It's not all that shocking. It was barely a sneeze. Look, I'm still walking! [ aaannnnndd now he's not because irony has him flopping down at that very moment. ]
Well, at least he laid down. ...Doctor? Doctor-
[woops time to cut that recording off]
(ooc: blue is jack, purple is the doctor)
Has there been a damage assessment from the storm yet? Property, businesses, people? If anyo-
[ But whoever could this be? In the background, those watching may spy the familiar face of the Doctor. Except instead of his usual tweed and bowtie, he's wrapped in a blanket and not looking quite as energetic as usual for anyone familiar with him. ]
-- Jack. Something feels off.
[ ...something being the mauve tinge his face currently has.
Come round, everyone. Thus begins the wonderful story of "Captain Jack hears an achoo!"
In which Jack turns around to witness said mauve, trailing off and forgetting whatever he was talking about.]
Doctor? ...You're purple.
Mauve, actually. And it's really quite concerning.
My hands are all clammy and my forehead feels like burning.
I liked you better pink. --Are you sick? Can you get sick?
That's only on Wednesdays and no, that's rubbish. I really can't be sure, I need a celery stick.
Are you channeling Dr. Seuss? What did you get into now?
I feel just okay, I feel just fine. If you don't believe me, come see how -- [ and conveniently cut off by a sneeze. ]
I'm simultaneously confused and grossed out. You need to lay down. And stop talking.
Nonsense, Jack. It's not all that shocking. It was barely a sneeze. Look, I'm still walking! [ aaannnnndd now he's not because irony has him flopping down at that very moment. ]
Well, at least he laid down. ...Doctor? Doctor-
[woops time to cut that recording off]
(ooc: blue is jack, purple is the doctor)
emasculates[The voice that comes through is lightly accented (Pashtun, if anyone's familiar enough with Iranian languages to notice), hard-edged and not the least bit confused or disoriented.]
I require a gunsmith.
[saltwater's hell on assault rifles, guys.]
I require a gunsmith.
[saltwater's hell on assault rifles, guys.]
dragonswag[ the video feed shows Lina looking right back at the screen with a dubious expression on her face, as though she’s unconvinced that this terminal thing actually works. ]
Well, this thing doesn’t look like it’s powered by magic, but it’s definitely not like any machine I’ve ever seen. Where’s Zel when you need him? I guess I’ll just have to trust that it works.
[ And then her disposition shifts a little. Lina draws herself up, smiling winsomely at the screen, hands clasped in front of her. ]
Well! Who cares about that anyway, right? Since I’m in a totally new world and none of you have probably heard of me, I guess it’s up to me to enlighten you all! Standing here before you is none other than the world’s most beautiful, intelligent, magnificent sorcery genius extraordinaire, Lina Inverse, at your service!
Well, this thing doesn’t look like it’s powered by magic, but it’s definitely not like any machine I’ve ever seen. Where’s Zel when you need him? I guess I’ll just have to trust that it works.
[ And then her disposition shifts a little. Lina draws herself up, smiling winsomely at the screen, hands clasped in front of her. ]
Well! Who cares about that anyway, right? Since I’m in a totally new world and none of you have probably heard of me, I guess it’s up to me to enlighten you all! Standing here before you is none other than the world’s most beautiful, intelligent, magnificent sorcery genius extraordinaire, Lina Inverse, at your service!
agentdork[ Hey, look, it's a wild York. He's grinning like a fucking dweeb, adjusting this godawful, godawful tiara on top of his head, looking like it started out metal and plain but somehow sparkles and sequins had been hastily glued to it, and when he reaches a hand up to adjust it, his hand is sparkly, too. ]
Gooood evening, beautiful people. It's another uneventful day here, and as I'm the poor loser of a bet gone horribly wrong, "God"-- or Kara, for those of you less religiously inclined, has decided since she wiped the floor with me in cards, that I gotta make good on my end of the bet.
Let it never be said I don't hold up my end of the bargain, but also, she's a friggin' shark, so I wouldn't recommend playing against her unless you like losin' all your money, or, y'know. Tiaras. In which case I got one right here for you.
But anyway. As the floor-wiping did happen, I gotta say that yours truly likes long walks on the turtle's edge, cuddly puppies, and the color pink. In more serious news, I'm also a pretty big fan of burgers and fries, football, Grifball, guns, and pizza, just to kind of try and save some of my masculinity here, since Kara-- uh, "God" has decided I'm not really able to keep it right now.
I feel like it's worth askin'- do we even have a sports team here? Does anyone play football or anything, or would anyone be up for it?
[ And with that same doofy grin, he waves, and shuts the whole thing off, because, welp, HE FULFILLED HIS END OF THE BARGAIN, kara. 8( ]
Gooood evening, beautiful people. It's another uneventful day here, and as I'm the poor loser of a bet gone horribly wrong, "God"-- or Kara, for those of you less religiously inclined, has decided since she wiped the floor with me in cards, that I gotta make good on my end of the bet.
Let it never be said I don't hold up my end of the bargain, but also, she's a friggin' shark, so I wouldn't recommend playing against her unless you like losin' all your money, or, y'know. Tiaras. In which case I got one right here for you.
But anyway. As the floor-wiping did happen, I gotta say that yours truly likes long walks on the turtle's edge, cuddly puppies, and the color pink. In more serious news, I'm also a pretty big fan of burgers and fries, football, Grifball, guns, and pizza, just to kind of try and save some of my masculinity here, since Kara-- uh, "God" has decided I'm not really able to keep it right now.
I feel like it's worth askin'- do we even have a sports team here? Does anyone play football or anything, or would anyone be up for it?
[ And with that same doofy grin, he waves, and shuts the whole thing off, because, welp, HE FULFILLED HIS END OF THE BARGAIN, kara. 8( ]
oo1. ❝ V I D E O ❞
September 26th, 2012 00:39iwaspromisedtea[ hello salut hallo privyet etc
guess who looks like a nutty professor and is finally using the network? if you answered the doctor, you are correct and possibly receive a lifetime supply of bowties. maybe. if you're cool enough for them.
if anyone's already seen him around, it's worth noting that he looks less excitable for once and more... frustrated to put it simply. he's poking and prodding at things on the console and slightly frowning before he crosses his arms and settles down to start talking. ]
So, curfews gone. That's nice, isn't it? Was a bit inconvenient there for a bit -- but no. Hang on. It went away a little too easily.
Is it 'cause we did our jobs? Cleaned up the gang mess all nice and we're being rewarded by being able to go roam about again? Well, it was nice because I found a little shop but. But. Still so very many questions left to be answered. I've talked to Billy already, but anyone else want to give me their best rundown of the place?
[ he stops and sits back into a more relaxing position. even starts smiling now. ] I've got tea and something like crisps if you want to come over! I'm the Doctor, somewhere about the Metal Sector, hello.
[ yep, that's about it, he's said his piece and now to wait.......................
except that's all he's been doing for sometime (he's not sure how long because he hasn't been keeping track) and really, linear time is the absolute worst. things happening in their right and proper order and nothing to do but drum his fingers on the console.
so when no one shows up at his doorstep in about five minutes like he was expecting, he turns the video feed back on and rests his hands on his cheeks looking very much like a bored child. ]
Well, this is just rubbish. Do you lot just sit there or is there something to do in this place? Not anything. Something exciting. I need busy, I need amusing, I need something that is not absolutely dull and going to drive me out of my mind.
[ frustrated sigh!!! if he looks like he's ready to tear his hair out, that's pretty much because he is ]
guess who looks like a nutty professor and is finally using the network? if you answered the doctor, you are correct and possibly receive a lifetime supply of bowties. maybe. if you're cool enough for them.
if anyone's already seen him around, it's worth noting that he looks less excitable for once and more... frustrated to put it simply. he's poking and prodding at things on the console and slightly frowning before he crosses his arms and settles down to start talking. ]
So, curfews gone. That's nice, isn't it? Was a bit inconvenient there for a bit -- but no. Hang on. It went away a little too easily.
Is it 'cause we did our jobs? Cleaned up the gang mess all nice and we're being rewarded by being able to go roam about again? Well, it was nice because I found a little shop but. But. Still so very many questions left to be answered. I've talked to Billy already, but anyone else want to give me their best rundown of the place?
[ he stops and sits back into a more relaxing position. even starts smiling now. ] I've got tea and something like crisps if you want to come over! I'm the Doctor, somewhere about the Metal Sector, hello.
[ yep, that's about it, he's said his piece and now to wait.......................
except that's all he's been doing for sometime (he's not sure how long because he hasn't been keeping track) and really, linear time is the absolute worst. things happening in their right and proper order and nothing to do but drum his fingers on the console.
so when no one shows up at his doorstep in about five minutes like he was expecting, he turns the video feed back on and rests his hands on his cheeks looking very much like a bored child. ]
Well, this is just rubbish. Do you lot just sit there or is there something to do in this place? Not anything. Something exciting. I need busy, I need amusing, I need something that is not absolutely dull and going to drive me out of my mind.
[ frustrated sigh!!! if he looks like he's ready to tear his hair out, that's pretty much because he is ]
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September 22nd, 2012 17:53tuskenlancer[She knows where she is, or at least where the aliens have claimed she is. It seems fantastic to think that they’re actually telling the truth, but then, why anyone would bother to make up such a story is equally inexplicable.
She’d taken a few days just to watch, to learn what she can, to get a feel for the place and the people in it. Most of what’s being posted on the network is crap. People whining about money, about food, whining just for the sake of whining.
There are a few interesting tidbits of information, though. The word resistance catches her eye, puts her on guard instantly, and though she quickly determines that it’s not the same resistance, that nothing is the same here, it’s still unnerving, just to hear the familiar word.
The curfew doesn’t sound promising, either.
It’s only when she digs a little deeper that she finally runs across a familiar face, and freezes. No. Here, of all places - here, wherever here is, and she still hadn’t gotten away from them all? She quickly searches for more, reading every last one of York’s public posts, but he never mentions her, never mentions looking for her, and there doesn’t seem to be anyone else from the Project here, or anyone from the UNSC at all.
At least that’s something.
She’s not too big on the idea of giving herself away, though, and so when she does finally sit down at the console and speak to the network, it’s audio only, and her voice modifier is on. The voice is unrecognizable as her own, or as a woman's voice at all.]
So.
Has anyone managed to learn anything useful about what this place really is?
[It's as much to create a stir as anything, to see if anyone has any interesting theories or if they're all as blindly accepting of this as they seem.]
She’d taken a few days just to watch, to learn what she can, to get a feel for the place and the people in it. Most of what’s being posted on the network is crap. People whining about money, about food, whining just for the sake of whining.
There are a few interesting tidbits of information, though. The word resistance catches her eye, puts her on guard instantly, and though she quickly determines that it’s not the same resistance, that nothing is the same here, it’s still unnerving, just to hear the familiar word.
The curfew doesn’t sound promising, either.
It’s only when she digs a little deeper that she finally runs across a familiar face, and freezes. No. Here, of all places - here, wherever here is, and she still hadn’t gotten away from them all? She quickly searches for more, reading every last one of York’s public posts, but he never mentions her, never mentions looking for her, and there doesn’t seem to be anyone else from the Project here, or anyone from the UNSC at all.
At least that’s something.
She’s not too big on the idea of giving herself away, though, and so when she does finally sit down at the console and speak to the network, it’s audio only, and her voice modifier is on. The voice is unrecognizable as her own, or as a woman's voice at all.]
So.
Has anyone managed to learn anything useful about what this place really is?
[It's as much to create a stir as anything, to see if anyone has any interesting theories or if they're all as blindly accepting of this as they seem.]