≈ Eleven [audio/english + commentlog]
[Roll does not sound too pleased, of course the fact that she went to try to brave the caves on deck fifteen and kind of... fell into the water probably doesn't help in that sounding pleased department.
That and slogging her way up to deck eleven to dry off was not fun.]
Blues, we need to talk. Now.
[And click off goes the communicator, as Roll waits for a response. She's on deck eleven by the fire trying to dry herself off, if anyone is interested in pestering a grumpy lolibot.]
That and slogging her way up to deck eleven to dry off was not fun.]
Blues, we need to talk. Now.
[And click off goes the communicator, as Roll waits for a response. She's on deck eleven by the fire trying to dry herself off, if anyone is interested in pestering a grumpy lolibot.]