13th Transformation (audio / action)
[audio]
[The feed buzzes with static, cutting in and out. The background noises of a subway car can be picked out. In spite of the unusual situation, Lulu Bell sounds the same as always--calm and, perhaps, somewhat displeased.]
What further indig-- [static] --ject to? I did not come here willingly. Why the creature insists that all... [brief radio silence] ...aboard?
Road. Are you here, as well?
[Another bout of static convinces Lulu Bell that this is not, perhaps, the best means of communication.] What a nuisance.
[action / car #11]
[Lulu Bell pockets her network device, terribly unhappy with its failure to perform its function and, as usual, with the City as a whole. She didn't give it permission to place her on a train. She doesn't even like trains. The deaths--she is paying attention to the talk of the deaths--is interesting, but not interesting enough to warrant this deviation from her plans.
The view isn't bad, but watching the apocalypse loses its appeal after a certain amount of time.
The dark-haired woman stays seated, golden eyes fixed on the seat in front of her. Everything about her, from her blank facial expression to her stiff body language, speaks of a desire to be left alone.]
[ooc: Poke at will, but a cheerful reply will not be forthcoming.]
[The feed buzzes with static, cutting in and out. The background noises of a subway car can be picked out. In spite of the unusual situation, Lulu Bell sounds the same as always--calm and, perhaps, somewhat displeased.]
What further indig-- [static] --ject to? I did not come here willingly. Why the creature insists that all... [brief radio silence] ...aboard?
Road. Are you here, as well?
[Another bout of static convinces Lulu Bell that this is not, perhaps, the best means of communication.] What a nuisance.
[action / car #11]
[Lulu Bell pockets her network device, terribly unhappy with its failure to perform its function and, as usual, with the City as a whole. She didn't give it permission to place her on a train. She doesn't even like trains. The deaths--she is paying attention to the talk of the deaths--is interesting, but not interesting enough to warrant this deviation from her plans.
The view isn't bad, but watching the apocalypse loses its appeal after a certain amount of time.
The dark-haired woman stays seated, golden eyes fixed on the seat in front of her. Everything about her, from her blank facial expression to her stiff body language, speaks of a desire to be left alone.]
[ooc: Poke at will, but a cheerful reply will not be forthcoming.]