001: Redeployment

[lambda_driven]

[ There's a large white mech kneeling on one knee at the beach, with a certain young drywall standing by its foot.  If you're close enough you'll realize he's talking; what's more, the mech seems to be talking back. ]

Al, all intel points to this being the same island as last time; if Miss Renge's testimony holds true, then that's the case.  Confirm

Comments

[mir_aculous]

Nice friend you got there.

*just miiiiight be naked, thought you should know*

[lambda_driven]

I'm not sure I would call him--

[ ... why are you naked. No, seriously. Why. ]

{Sergeant, contact appears to lack any external armor. Engage at your own discretion.}

[mir_aculous]

I don't need 'external armor'.

[lambda_driven]

Even in a warm climate such as this, it would be advisable to at least obtain minimal cover.

[mir_aculous]

Everyone has a problem...

[lambda_driven]

It's your decision. I am simply trying to offer some input.

[mir_aculous]

And why would that be?

[lambda_driven]

Because it's indecent.

[mir_aculous]

Figures. I just don't care.

[lambda_driven]

I see.

There may be children present, you are aware.

[mir_aculous]

I repeat my last statement.

[lambda_driven]

... I would ask that you reconsider.

[mir_aculous]

... Fine. I'll never hear the end of it if I don't.

*proceeds to walk off, only to return in short time, wearing... costume 05, Southern Cross, on this list.*

[lambda_driven]

Your cooperation is most appreciated, miss.

[mir_aculous]

So, from what I overheard, you've been here?

[lambda_driven]

Affirmative. I am familiar with this island and all of its unusual tendencies.