Anyone think we could be in over our heads a little...?

I mean... if we're brought in to protect this place... but there's no warning?

How... do we do our jobs?[And that's all the text you get. The recluse can be found in the temple dining area, grabbing a late afternoon snack before trying to hobble unobtrusively back to his pod ( Read more... )

[There's a clattering sound -- a door being flung open. Someone cursing. A few limping, staggering steps.]

Shit -- is this on? Crap...

[A few more clatters, as the speaker makes an attempt to figure out the comm, whether it's off, on, or just flashing at him.]

Whoops.[He clears his throat ( Read more... )

What's going on with the statues? Why is everyone talking about them like it's the plague?

They're just statues.

[Seriously, you guys. What the hell.]

[It might not be a cold rain, but it's damp. And, as far as he's concerned, that's just as bad. Living on the Northwest coast was never good for his leg either, and while the temperature change is nice... the constant rainfall is making him ache just as badly ( Read more... )

We're supposed to be here to fight? Is that what I've been hearing ( Read more... )

[Well, would you look at that? Someone's finally left his room. This must surely be progress. At least, it would be if he hadn't left only because his little supply of food had run out, and he wasn't going to bother someone asking for it over the network ( Read more... )

[What is this? An attempt at making human contact?]

. . .

So. Now what?

[Not much of one, if it is.]

[Gavin's voice is rough, today.  Another injury to his leg isn't something his body is handling very well - recovery's been slow.  Add to that the lovely wake up call earlier...]

Anyone...

Anyone mind making a delivery?  Nothing fancy... promise.  Just could use a hand.

[He usually doesn't speak up all that often.  But having seen post after post asking after missing items... it's not that hard to figure out what's happened.]

So... that makes how many deaths by now?

What the hell is wrong with you people?  You don't have anything better to do, so you decide to commit mass murder?  Christ... get a goddamn hobby.

[Judging from the angle, this is an accidental video.  An accidental video of a woman trying very hard to figure out how a certain kind of undergarment works while still fully clothed.

Yes, that's right.  Trying it on over her shirt.  Her rather baggy, shapeless shirt.  While cursing the whole while.]

Son of a bitch...