Spade almost trips as he misses a step in his long stride. One moment, he'd been walking through the heat of a San Fransisco afternoon, the next
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The voice comes from the close-by tablet, where Leila has apparently resumed her welcome wagoning; she's sitting in her lab, but all that's visible behind her is a ton of books on their shelves. As per usual, she would be the well-taken-care-of young lady in red lipstick and retro clothes, though her tattoos are presently hidden by long sleeves, at the very least.
"This is a city called Taxon; I was taken here, too, as were many others. There's a way out of the room you're in, but you need the tablet nearby."
He raises his eyebrows, coming over toward the tablet. "What won't they think of next. First talkies, now films that listen." He tilts his head, and, after a moment, picks the tablet up, though he's clearly never seen anything remotely similar before. Retro, after all, is relative.
[ visual ] /edits forever i guess sryhercandleguidesMarch 25 2010, 15:30:21 UTC
What he says--his clothes, too, and his general manner of speech--all clue her in to the sort of era he might be from, and she makes a mental note to not make too many post-millennium references.
"Unfortunately, no," she admits, "that's the part we don't know--going by the one opportunity I've had to speak to our captors, my best guess is their personal entertainment. As for the tablet, it's key to your communication here in the city, and once you've got hold of it, there should be an exit nearby."
He nods, noting the door. "Yeah, kind of subtle as a sledgehammer, ain't it? Pick up the one thing in the joint, go through the one exit. Any place I should head for once I do?"
"I think loony bins have more padding on the walls."
Her tone was light, though not overly cheerful. For most people, waking up in Taxon was an unsettling experience. DG felt obliged to try and help the new arrival, instead of making the situation worse.
Despite herself, DG smiled when the new arrival called her 'kid'. The word reminded her, in way that was both pleasant and painful, of Cain. She missed the stoic tin man and his comforting presence.
"No one knows where it is," she replied, "But that's where we are. It's a city in the middle of nowhere."
Or, more accurately, on a rock in the middle of nowhere.
"Huh. It's a one way in, no ways out kind of deal?" Spade frowned. Joking aside, he didn't think he'd gone crazy, but he also couldn't make heads or tails of anything that had happened since he'd blacked out.
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"You're not crazy, I promise."
The voice comes from the close-by tablet, where Leila has apparently resumed her welcome wagoning; she's sitting in her lab, but all that's visible behind her is a ton of books on their shelves. As per usual, she would be the well-taken-care-of young lady in red lipstick and retro clothes, though her tattoos are presently hidden by long sleeves, at the very least.
"This is a city called Taxon; I was taken here, too, as were many others. There's a way out of the room you're in, but you need the tablet nearby."
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"Taken, huh? Anyone know what for?"
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What he says--his clothes, too, and his general manner of speech--all clue her in to the sort of era he might be from, and she makes a mental note to not make too many post-millennium references.
"Unfortunately, no," she admits, "that's the part we don't know--going by the one opportunity I've had to speak to our captors, my best guess is their personal entertainment. As for the tablet, it's key to your communication here in the city, and once you've got hold of it, there should be an exit nearby."
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Her tone was light, though not overly cheerful. For most people, waking up in Taxon was an unsettling experience. DG felt obliged to try and help the new arrival, instead of making the situation worse.
"Welcome to Taxon."
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"No one knows where it is," she replied, "But that's where we are. It's a city in the middle of nowhere."
Or, more accurately, on a rock in the middle of nowhere.
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