Room 408, Sunday Morning

[unborn_renegade]

Jak jerked awake to the sound of his communicator detaching itself from his bag and floating up into the sky, unfurling. It made a loud crackling noise; a few months of Haven meant that Jak reacted automatically, forcing himself upright and as awake as he could possible get himself.

"Jak." Ashelin. "I can't get through to Torn, so you'll have to

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[furnaceface]

Jono's thought processes at this time of day typically loaned themselves well to the completely well-spoken mental grunt that he offered up before rolling over, sitting up, and putting forth his best effort at getting his eyelids to open.

//Ungh.// See? //Friend of yers, mate?//

She sounded hot. She also sounded too early in the naffin' morning for this.

It was completely possible to sound like that, shut up.

[unborn_renegade]

"Her name's Ashelin," Jak said. He was already halfway out of bed, thanks. But Dax would be thrilled that the role of the guy getting to complain about getting woken too damn early in the morning had now been filled by someone else.

[furnaceface]

//Gets right down to business, doesn't she?// Not that Jono could particularly blame her, really. //I don't suppose that flying telephone of yers has a vibrate option, does it?//

A guy could dream, here.

He'd be less cranky in a moment or two.

[unborn_renegade]

"It's not like a phone you can just tack on to your head," Jak shot back. "It's meant for emergencies."