Voice.

[outer_npcs]

[It's not quite dawn on Saturday; there's a faint bleaching on the edge of the horizon, but everything is still dark and hazy with a sluggish mist of rain.]

The flood's rising. Washing everything away. There won't be anything but bones left when it's through.

We have to stop it. Have to-

[There's a rustle in the background, and an indistinct male voice saying something that might be 'come away'. A low, grinding distortion picks up, as though something's been pressed over the microphone - perhaps by accident - before the feed cuts out entirely.]

((ooc: There won't be any NPC replies to this, but feel free to discuss or react as you'd like!))

Comments

: [Audio]

[knightoflight]

Yes. And you're right. Still we must think what we can do to prepare.

[Wing frowns, mentally replaying the transmission.] You say she's at this 'Vault'? Have you been there?

[Because it sounds like something has happened. Something dire.]

[Audio]

[professorwolf]

A time or two, yes. It's really just an underground library of sorts. Nem runs it.

[He pauses, considers Wing's size, and admits,]

I'm not entirely certain you would fit... which would probably be why you haven't been. I can go look for her, though.

[So much for getting sleep this morning. Ah, well.]