[Voice]

[turian_honor]

[There's the rustling of paper, and the scrape of something scaled across metal, along with a sharp, surprised inhalation.]

[... more rustling. As if someone were looking around.]

Hello? [Then, quieter:] Oh, this can't be good

Comments

[guardsthecrown]

[Cheetara has had her phone long enough that she is able to switch modes fairly well; she replies in the same audio mode as she received the broadcast]

The phones work, though most of the tech is stuck.

[turian_honor]

Stuck? What do you mean, 'stuck'?

[guardsthecrown]

What is running stays running, whatever you try, while what is not running remains in that mode. Isaac mentioned an idea that a 'time nexus' might be the cause. [She's uncertain in relaying the last part. She roughly understands the concept, but not whether it's the actual cause, or how it would work.]

[turian_honor]

So... if we slammed a wrench into a console a couple times, nothing would happen to it?

[guardsthecrown]

The console would break apart, yes. But, within a day it would be restored. If you take wood, even to burn it, it comes back.

[turian_honor]

That's impossible. Inanimate objects don't just come back.

[guardsthecrown]

It is strange magic, but I am not alone in witnessing these workings.

[turian_honor]

"Magic."

Right.

[guardsthecrown]

It could be tech.

[turian_honor]

Or it could be mass hallucination.

[guardsthecrown]

[She laughs.] Welcome to our hallucination.

[turian_honor]

Hopefully I'll wake up soon.

[guardsthecrown]

By Thundera, I wish the same. Until then, we have to survive this place.