○ 015 Transmission

[helljumped]

[Rookie may have realized a few bottles too lately that there was something wrong with his water. Even now as he moved to grip the nearest piece of furniture in his room, only to miss and fall down on to the floor in a clattering heap of metal and shameless giggling, did he come to the murky conclusion that he was somehow drunk

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[entailing]

[very, very loudly:]

Help? I can do help. Who needs this? HOW CAN I HELP YOU?

[she...may be overcompensating...]

[helljumped]

[Rookie chuckles.] Dun'think I need that much help, miss.

[And although that voice - loud as it was - did prove to stick out as familiar to him, he was having a really tough time trying to pinpoint where it was he's heard it before.

So he'll settle with moving closer towards the journal with a big, goofy smile in hopes of that jogging his memory.]

But I like your enthu - enthusi - [nope, not working.] - energy.

[entailing]

[doesn't even care who is on the other end. Ask for help, she's going to give it. THIS CALLS FOR A HERO WHEN NONE ARE STEPPING UP (probably because they've passed out)]

Need that in my line of work! [if the journal could transcribe her state now, it would be glittering with bright blue] So! What is it calling for this...ehm...distress call?

[helljumped]

[BEST HERO EVER.

Rookie's just going to give a pause though, before making one more attempt to sit up. Which, of course, only ends up with him failing miserably and laughing some more.]

Not really in distress, ma'a - miss? Ma'am. [... Ok, not important.] Just can't get up.

[entailing]

That's really bad, you know.

[it's the sort of thing which happens with strokes. Or getting your soul outside working distance. Either way, bad news for sure] I'll come get you.

[helljumped]

[Good thing it was neither of those things, because that really did sound bad.] Yeah.

Dun'know how I ended up gettin' like this, but if you think you can help...

[Even if she is just a kid. His brain is a bit too fuzzy and lightheaded to register that fact quite yet, though.]

[entailing]

[have you seen her guns? They......totally exist. Which counts for something. Probably. Anyway, she is on this, and she is going to make herself useful!]

Yeah! [now if only Sayaka realized she hasn't healed anyone aside from herself] Yeah, where are you?

[helljumped]

Uh. [Oh god that means he has to think, give him a second.] My room... lots of sevens.

[Then another pause, one that was probably longer than what was needed before he speaks up again.]

Seventh floor. Seven zero seven.

[entailing]

Be right there!

[there's a muffled thump which sneaks through as she shuts the journal, because she just tried going through her door without opening it. Let's hope she learns her lesson by the time she gets to his]

[helljumped]

[sdfljdsf A-aaaaw. He'd be more concerned if he wasn't... well, you know, drunk and currently trying to get back off the floor again. Silly heavy armor. Sob.

But she should be able to notice that his door is unlocked when she does happen to get up there, at least!]

[entailing]

[her entrance will be appropriately dramatic -- by which we mean barreling through the door and stumbling to regain her balance after getting in. Then she whips her head around, peering at the ground]

Hey...

[helljumped]

Hey.

[Clumsy, one handed wave towards the voice from the man on the floor. He's at least been able to prop himself up with one arm, which is why Rookie is currently sluggishly tilting his head and blinking a few times after seeing her energetic entrance.

Then he smiles brightly.]

Didn't have to get here that fast, ma'am.

[entailing]

Shoulda been faster. [it sounded far worse back there, okay? And the fact that he's still not standing isn't lost on her, either. Although he seems cheery enough, which is making her really confused.

(Logic is being elusive today)]

Are you hurt anywhere?