[kill 01] Huh.
[I'm on a cruise ship. I know this from the impossibly small and yet hotel-like room I woke up in, overlooking the open water and the tiny little television playing nothing but what they want me to see. The room is a microcosm of a larger entity. It pretends to be that of an actual hotel room, and that annoys me. Dexter is sitting on the edge of his bed, and staring blankly at the mini fridge.]
[My first order of business. Find out how I got here, and maybe... find a phone. And then have a coffee.]
[He buries his face in his hands, brushing them outwards and away past his ears and into his hair. ...I could really use a coffee.]
[Dexter notices the communicator, and takes a moment to flip through it. At least my captors left me some form of communication.]
Hi, I seem to be lost?
[That was kind of them.]
[My first order of business. Find out how I got here, and maybe... find a phone. And then have a coffee.]
[He buries his face in his hands, brushing them outwards and away past his ears and into his hair. ...I could really use a coffee.]
[Dexter notices the communicator, and takes a moment to flip through it. At least my captors left me some form of communication.]
Hi, I seem to be lost?
[That was kind of them.]