Anyone think we could be in over our heads a little...?

I mean... if we're brought in to protect this place... but there's no warning?

How... do we do our jobs?[And that's all the text you get. The recluse can be found in the temple dining area, grabbing a late afternoon snack before trying to hobble unobtrusively back to his pod ( Read more... )

What's going on with the statues? Why is everyone talking about them like it's the plague?

They're just statues.

[Seriously, you guys. What the hell.]

[It might not be a cold rain, but it's damp. And, as far as he's concerned, that's just as bad. Living on the Northwest coast was never good for his leg either, and while the temperature change is nice... the constant rainfall is making him ache just as badly ( Read more... )

We're supposed to be here to fight? Is that what I've been hearing ( Read more... )

[Well, would you look at that? Someone's finally left his room. This must surely be progress. At least, it would be if he hadn't left only because his little supply of food had run out, and he wasn't going to bother someone asking for it over the network ( Read more... )

[Gavin's voice is rough, today.  Another injury to his leg isn't something his body is handling very well - recovery's been slow.  Add to that the lovely wake up call earlier...]

Anyone...

Anyone mind making a delivery?  Nothing fancy... promise.  Just could use a hand.

So... does this mean we have a police force now...?

Can't help but wonder how the crew's taking this...  Sort of starting to feel like an experiment.  Get stuck in a box for God knows how long, with God knows who... see if common social order or anarchy takes over.

[Living with a sociology professor has its benefits, apparently.]

... 'Kay, not... everything is back to normal.

[The video flicks on for a second, displaying the flower field. Why the hell he's in the flower field, God only knows. BUT the important thing is, that, in front of him, in this field of flowers... is a grave. The feed clicks off before the name can be read, however ( Read more... )

This is... familiar.

Wonder if there's any green flashes here, too...

[The comm clicks off at that, dropping into the sand. For the curious, he's seated on the beach, a beer bottle propped up in the sand next to him. Shoes and shirt are absent, and his feet are buried. He's absently watching the sunset, arms draped comfortably around his

[The downside of being a recluse is, aside from the limited social contact, not paying attention when various dangers are announced ( Read more... )