[Video] Friday, late morning

[catchingflies]

[The network is lucky. It missed out on one panicky teenager bouncing around and screaming as the spaceship shouted at him and alarms blared. The feed opens with alarms still blaring, but at least there's no more voices coming from the ship, and Todd is a little calmer, though he still looks pretty freaked out.]

Okay, so. I, uh, I think I got myself locked in. The doors won't open and somebody was goin' on about a lockdown. And there's some kinda weapon er somethin' in here.

[He shuffles nervously, looking around, then adds plaintively,]

Help?

Comments

[lehnsherr]

[he shakes his head in response; a dismissal of his gratitude. it doesn't matter just how much trouble toad or quicksilver get themselves in to here, he knows he isn't going to hold back in trying to help them if something goes wrong. breaking toad out of a locked room was simple enough.]

No detours. [and then he's heading back toward the ship himself instead. it's time to fuse a few doors shut.]