Audio/Action | The ship | Monday before the riots

[ghostly_stutter]

[Currently a petite strawberry-blonde teen is clutching the pendant hanging from a ribbon around her neck as she scuttles between hiding places in the ship and stares with wide-eyed curiosity mixed with finite fear at the names located on the other pods located all around her. Yes, she is looking for specific names and is both dreading and hoping she might come across one she recognizes. There are thousands of pods here, however, and the fingers of her other hand begins to clutch more firmly at the small device she found with her clothing where she had first awoken. After a short hesitation, Chloe presses a button and brings the device to her lips.]

H-hello?

[A hesitating pause, then Chloe seems to find her courage--and outrage.]

Wh-whoever is in charge here, I really don't appreciate being left in the dark. Where am I, and why am I here? Wh-where is my Aunt Lauren, Derek, and the others? Haven't you done enough? Just l-leave us alone!

[If she was thinking clearly, she would realize the Edison Group never would have left Chloe her Swiss Army knife or can of mace... But she was kind of freaking out after waking up naked and without her pendant around her neck.]

Or else.

[Those two words sounded almost like a growl--something Chloe may have loosely picked up from her werewolf boyfriend. Despite the threat, her panicked mind silently taunted her: 'Or else what, Chloe?']

Comments

[Action]

[thulium]

[Though his communicator chimes with notification of a new transmission opening, when Garrus hears Chloe's voice, it's from down the hall. None of the ship's usual crew is in immediate view, so he turns toward the pod chamber, footfalls faint despite the armour he customarily wears up here, away from the city and all too near to large, meat-eating wildlife that doesn't seem likely to realize that turians are not terribly edible.

He pauses in the doorway, head canting slightly in amusement that is, perhaps, just a little bit impressed by the human girl's spirit, if not necessarily by her sense.]

Or else what?

[The words are in English, but the flanged voice is distinctly inhuman, and Garrus himself - well. Nearly seven feet tall, digitigrade, with tridactyl hands tipped with sharp claws, and a face that looks like it belongs to an unholy cross between a hawk, a cheetah, and a preying mantis, he'd be unnerving looking even without the heavy armour and the weaponry mag-clipped to his back.]

Not that I'm in charge, but I am curious.

[Audio]

[kazeninaru]

You do not need to threaten, jo-chan.

[The voice on the other end is impossible to tell whether it's male or female. It does sound a little amused, but not really malicious.]

Whoever you think you are talking to, you are not. You're in another universe, because yours was damaged in some hard to explain way, and those people who 'have done enough' to you probably aren't here.

[Almost as an afterthought, she adds,]

My name is Tenoh Haruka. I'm from Japan, in the nineteen hundred and ninety decade. Who are you?

[Action]

[wrench_and_ruffles]

[Kaylee figures part of working on the ship is keeping an eye and ear out for new people. It was a strange experience, suddenly waking up in a strange place. She figured people could always do with a friendly face.]

Hey there. Just woke up?

action?

[two_percent_dopamine]

[Alex has come back to this room, to find the pod he woke up in. There had to be a clue, or something, or if nothing else, just...something to remind him of home: pictures or...something.]

[He turned when he hears the footsteps behind him, someone else in this room. The turn had a soft hydraulic sound to it, pistons shifting, and he rose to his feet. ]

Trust me, if you find out who's responsible, you're going to have to take a number.

[After Alex. If he leaves anything left.]