1: {in which there is a boat and Hanna investigates} {Audio//Commentlog}
Good freaking Jesus, this guy loves cl--
Whoa.
[Hanna Falk Cross is very suddenly not where he thought he was. He was previously in a dark house that sounded like a damn clock shop, and now-- he was in a somewhat Asian-ish hotel room.]
Iiiii did not sign up for this.
[The communicator picks up his poking and prodding around the room, lifting up various furniture, pulling the comforter off of his bed (because EW.) and generally making a mess of things. And then, the communicator itself catches his attention.]
Oh man, cool! It looks like Conrad's phone--
[But, on closer inspection, it's obviously NOT. Besides, no internet? Lame. But it's very obviously recording. OOPS.]
Oh, hey, can people hear me on this thing? Helloooooo?
[OH HEY is that a keycard? Ooooooooh, fun. Hanna is off, communicator in hand, out his door.]
....Also, what's with the suitcases?
Whoa.
[Hanna Falk Cross is very suddenly not where he thought he was. He was previously in a dark house that sounded like a damn clock shop, and now-- he was in a somewhat Asian-ish hotel room.]
Iiiii did not sign up for this.
[The communicator picks up his poking and prodding around the room, lifting up various furniture, pulling the comforter off of his bed (because EW.) and generally making a mess of things. And then, the communicator itself catches his attention.]
Oh man, cool! It looks like Conrad's phone--
[But, on closer inspection, it's obviously NOT. Besides, no internet? Lame. But it's very obviously recording. OOPS.]
Oh, hey, can people hear me on this thing? Helloooooo?
[OH HEY is that a keycard? Ooooooooh, fun. Hanna is off, communicator in hand, out his door.]
....Also, what's with the suitcases?