First Dream [audio]

[nyctophobias]

[The voice on the network is new. It belongs to a young girl and is very soft, rusty from lack of use.]

Oh...this thing is like a cellphone. Or an intercom.

Not right here. I guess...not a dream, either. Never had a cellphone there. And I'm trapped.

Oh. I'm hallucinating.

Comments

[ Audio ]

[witchmaker]

Unfortunately you're not hallucinating.

[ Audio ]

[witchmaker]

It's nice to meet you, Poniko. I'm Angela.

[ Audio ]

[nyctophobias]

Hello.

[ Audio ]

[witchmaker]

When I get to the junkyard, I'm going to yell for you, okay? If you hear me, yell back so I can find you. Then we'll see about getting you somewhere safe and I'll explain what I know about this place. How does that sound?

[ Audio ]

[nyctophobias]

But you're... [Not real, a hallucination coming from the weird thing on her wrist. But something isn't quite right with that assessment. And Poniko knows to trust her instincts.]

Okay.

[ Audio --> Action! ] Ladon needs to stop eating my attention span.

[witchmaker]

Okay! I'm almost there!

[ And then she's in the junkyard! It means another chemical shower, but Angela's had to deal with worse. And the poor kid needs someone to show her around the station at least...

Angela cups her hands to her mouth. ] PONIKOOO! YELL BACK IF YOU CAN HEAR ME!

[action] hahaha it's all good

[nyctophobias]

Yes. I hear you. [It's said quietly though; she doesn't have the energy to yell. She looks around for something to make noise with. The best she can do is shake her bed a bit so that the springs creak.]

[ Action ]

[witchmaker]

[ Angela doesn't hear a reply, and so she moves further into the junkyard... Something creaks in the distance and she decides to head in that direction.

After walking a couple yards, she calls out again. ] PONIKOOOO?

[ Action ]

[nyctophobias]

Yes. [She creaks the bed more, though it's taking pretty much all her remaining strength to do so.]