Hey, wait, hold on, okay. UM. Question!

[Hanna's gotten worried. He's tried calling Conrad a dozen times. Gone to his room. Done a bunch of stuff. Done anything he could think of, really.

He'd been browsing through ShipNET archives for things about thunderstorms and storms in general on board when Musashi had posted-- and he made the mistake of ( Read more... )

[When the audio clicks on, Hanna is a bit fidgety. He’s got the communicator on his lap-there’s the ambient sound of a fire crackling merrily in the background, and of paper being folded really quickly somewhat closer to the communicator.Okay, so, hi! Iiiiie probably haven’t met you yet? I’m Hanna Cross. I’m a paranormal investigator for hire, so ( Read more... )