001 [HOLO]
Light. He’d been hoping for light-a good sign, that. Not being in horrible pain was another, if offset by his fuzzy memories after leaping onto that beacon. Doyle is pretty sure, mostly, that he’d managed to pull the cord on the thing, at any rate. Good, great even. He takes a breath, preparing to open his eyes and face his fate. Wait...
“Well now, breathing wasn’t something I was really expecting to be doing a lot of as a member of the-hopefully-dearly departed.” Hopefully for the dearly part, but if he’s still alive after the beacon he’ll be very surprised. Stock taking suddenly more important, Doyle opens his eyes and takes in the chamber.
Well, hell-not literally, if the books are right. “Definitely not of the heavenly sort, what with all the metal and that thing up there. It’s looking more like one of those scenes from a science fiction movie, if you ask me.”
Talking to himself is not a good sign. On the other hand, from the look of things somebody should be watching. “Hello, anybody up there; it’s me, Doyle. I could use a little direction down here. I’m all confused, like.”
Laughing at his own joke he starts looking around, reaching down to straighten his shirt cuff-hello there. That’s something new. It’s fused to his skin even, by the looks of it. It’s more of a mutter to himself this time. “Appreciate the present but a fella likes to be able to take them off.”
But it’s a no go so Doyle investigates further, the only thing of interest being the small device-rather like one of those blackberries he could never hope to afford. He’s wondering if it was left there for him when- “Jackpot! A way out and I didn’t even have to say open sesame.”
“Well now, breathing wasn’t something I was really expecting to be doing a lot of as a member of the-hopefully-dearly departed.” Hopefully for the dearly part, but if he’s still alive after the beacon he’ll be very surprised. Stock taking suddenly more important, Doyle opens his eyes and takes in the chamber.
Well, hell-not literally, if the books are right. “Definitely not of the heavenly sort, what with all the metal and that thing up there. It’s looking more like one of those scenes from a science fiction movie, if you ask me.”
Talking to himself is not a good sign. On the other hand, from the look of things somebody should be watching. “Hello, anybody up there; it’s me, Doyle. I could use a little direction down here. I’m all confused, like.”
Laughing at his own joke he starts looking around, reaching down to straighten his shirt cuff-hello there. That’s something new. It’s fused to his skin even, by the looks of it. It’s more of a mutter to himself this time. “Appreciate the present but a fella likes to be able to take them off.”
But it’s a no go so Doyle investigates further, the only thing of interest being the small device-rather like one of those blackberries he could never hope to afford. He’s wondering if it was left there for him when- “Jackpot! A way out and I didn’t even have to say open sesame.”