003 - Messages, posted late-ish Thursday night.

[cauchemal]

[Private to Arthur]
I shouldn't have to tell you this, but-you must get out. The dream is collapsing; the fact that the "dead" are not being revived surely must tell you all that you need to know. Please save yourself, Arthur. You know what you must do. Your friend Eames as well.

[Private to AngelicaReal or projection, I believe you are a woman of

Comments

Private - who are you calling a projection?!

[naughtbutlife]

What mean you by liked? Mal?

Where are you, madam?

Private - SORRY, ANGELICA.

[cauchemal]

[NO RESPONSE. Feel free to find her communicator ditched in a corridor somewhere. :|]

Re: Private - WAY TO HAVE ISSUES.

[naughtbutlife]

[This is Angelica continuing to shout at the message in the hopes that Mal's just playing a bad joke. :/]

Oblivious Saffron Is Oblivious D:

[call_me_saffron]

Going somewhere, honey?

(Just a little later) - Private, this time for Arthur!

[naughtbutlife]

Mal said you were a friend, and I confess that I greatly fear for her. I need your assistance, sir. She needs to be found quickly before harm befalls her.

Private

[paradoxlol]

Damn it! [Enjoy the thudding of some footsteps, as Arthur's running around the deck.] She's not on the deck.

Private

[naughtbutlife]

She is gone from the infirmary too, and not in her cabin.

Hell and damna- where is she....

Private

[paradoxlol]

She's going to give herself a kick. [That's what he read from the note, anyway. "The dream is collapsing." With the delusions that sent her to her death? He can't read it any other way. Hell, it's what he would do in her situation.]

Does she have access to a gun? [More footsteps, as Arthur's running around trying to find her.] Anything that can be used as a weapon?

[thegooddrjones]

[And cue Martha looking for Mal in a bit of a panic, but being stuck in the infirmary.]

Private

[imaginationlol]

Certainly.

Do you need anything?