AUDIO
[ The voices thing was a little terrifying at first. South had thought she was going crazy or that maybe she was dead. Maybe the Meta had found some way to fuck up her head for the thrill of it, watch her suffer or some sick shit like that. Would just be her luck anyway; she just does what she needs to get by and she gets kicked in the shins for it. But she got used to it over a few days - it wasn't much different than having an AI inside her - and took the time to sort her own thoughts. She had a plan; not a good one, but it's all she had to try. Test the waters first, see who is around. Deal with it.
She's heard enough new and confused people in her head the past few days to know how to act. She'd been new and confused not long ago, after all. ]
This is South Dakota broadcasting on a- whatever. Probably just fucking crazy.
[ The awkward pause is deliberate, but she makes sure it's convincing enough. Her tone is frustrated and terse, ]
Uh. Look, I'm just looking for someone else in the UNSC and I really can't navigate worth shit in this dark and without an objective. Isn't it supposed to be daytime?
She's heard enough new and confused people in her head the past few days to know how to act. She'd been new and confused not long ago, after all. ]
This is South Dakota broadcasting on a- whatever. Probably just fucking crazy.
[ The awkward pause is deliberate, but she makes sure it's convincing enough. Her tone is frustrated and terse, ]
Uh. Look, I'm just looking for someone else in the UNSC and I really can't navigate worth shit in this dark and without an objective. Isn't it supposed to be daytime?