[Hanna is officially tired of languishing around and doing nothing. Three days of the brig was pretty bad-- disgusting, weird, ridiculously fascinating to be honest, but pretty bad-- but adding yellow fever for all of that time as well as another three days? Hanna's strong, he's a survivor, but it was a bit much; it took another day or so of sleep ( Read more... )

[When the audio clicks on, Hanna is a bit fidgety. He’s got the communicator on his lap-there’s the ambient sound of a fire crackling merrily in the background, and of paper being folded really quickly somewhat closer to the communicator.Okay, so, hi! Iiiiie probably haven’t met you yet? I’m Hanna Cross. I’m a paranormal investigator for hire, so ( Read more... )

Good freaking Jesus, this guy loves cl--

Whoa.

[Hanna Falk Cross is very suddenly not where he thought he was. He was previously in a dark house that sounded like a damn clock shop, and now-- he was in a somewhat Asian-ish hotel room.]

Iiiii did not sign up for this.

[The communicator picks up his poking and prodding around the room, lifting ( Read more... )

( I learned my passion at the good old fashioned school of lover boys! )