[Who is this young-Matt-Damon-looking motherfucker? Hint: It's Jason. Not yet though, now he is Captain David Webb, U.S. Army. Military Intelligence. So he's just been plucked from Ft. Meade with these totally ill shades. And BDUs. Also he is from about 1997, so he's 27ish. And if you listen hard, you miiiiight be able to catch a Midwestern accent
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Hey. uh, you're Jason, right? I think you're my warden. Or at least that's what my logs say... well, I think they're my logs. Only it doesn't really sound like it's me talking on there, you know?
And, uh... can I come over? I don't know anybody else here and this room's a little creepy. [So earnest.]
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Uh, yeah, [He glances at the notes he's made.] David. [Whoa that's weird.] Sure, come over.
Don't sweat it, my logs don't sound too much like me either. Hell of a weird trick to pull with this place.
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Thanks for letting me come over. [He fairly rushes in the moment you open the door.] There's some real weird people on this ship. Is it Halloween? I saw a few guys in costumes.
[He looks around, obviously impressed.] Cool room.
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You like it? I've never seen this place before. [However, in his first sweep of the room he did find a couple of guns stashed about. He'll find the Crisis Backpack sooner or later.]
So where're you from?
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Uh. Yeah. I, uh, I saw that too.
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