Room 408, Sunday Morning
Jak jerked awake to the sound of his communicator detaching itself from his bag and floating up into the sky, unfurling. It made a loud crackling noise; a few months of Haven meant that Jak reacted automatically, forcing himself upright and as awake as he could possible get himself.
"Jak." Ashelin. "I can't get through to Torn, so you'll have to do."
Always a pleasure for the ego, old Ash.
"We have regular ego shipments coming into the city. Problem is, this one's putting through strange messages. We got a check-in just now down at the Bazaar and the driver sounds scared. The KG has it handled, but if something's up, he needs to know."
Click. The communicator puttered off, the lights went out, the image on the inside of the lens went away, and it fell onto Jak's sheets. Dead.
...Yeah. Okay.
Torn couldn't blame him if he went off to make sure Ashelin was okay, right? She was a big-time informant. No problem.
[[ for the roomie, but open for anyone who wants to catch him before he goes out the door after that ]]
"Jak." Ashelin. "I can't get through to Torn, so you'll have to do."
Always a pleasure for the ego, old Ash.
"We have regular ego shipments coming into the city. Problem is, this one's putting through strange messages. We got a check-in just now down at the Bazaar and the driver sounds scared. The KG has it handled, but if something's up, he needs to know."
Click. The communicator puttered off, the lights went out, the image on the inside of the lens went away, and it fell onto Jak's sheets. Dead.
...Yeah. Okay.
Torn couldn't blame him if he went off to make sure Ashelin was okay, right? She was a big-time informant. No problem.
[[ for the roomie, but open for anyone who wants to catch him before he goes out the door after that ]]