[video] SNAKES ON A M_F_in' SHIP

[snake_dreamer]

[The camera pans wildly, showing the interior of the ship, and an open pod.  Snake's not used to video technology like this. Oh, Center had its call screen but nothing this small and compact. 

[That she'd seen of course. But obviously she's in Center. Somehow.  Center, at last, when she least needed them.]

[But she wouldn't break her silence just for nothing.  She's awoken from her pod, crawled out and found what looks to be a battered leather case, with several large--empty--compartments, and another compartment crowded with boxes, pouches and vials.]. 

Where are my snakes? 

[She sounds halfway between angry and frightened. ]

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[professorwolf]

[Though he's curious, Lyall doesn't ask what she means by healing just then. Instead, he just says:]

All right. Until then.

[Then he disconnects, pockets the aethographer, and trots out to go find her.]


((continue in action? or would you rather fadeout since the big plot is coming up? ^^ I'm good with either one!))

[Audio => Action?] action but if the plot gets intense, we can fade?

[snake_dreamer]

[She finds her way outside the ship, her scuffed boots stepping off onto soil that is almost immediately recognizable as not her own. Not Earth. Yet it felt scarred and old, like Earth, tired and trying to heal.]

[She's holding a leather case by her side, clutching it carefully. The snakes are gone, but at least her starter medicines and salves are here. ]

[Action] Sounds good to me :)

[professorwolf]

[Lyall shows up just about on time, his coat under one arm and his hat still perched on his head. He lifts a hand to wave at the dark-skinned lady there, guessing that must be her.

Interesting. He hasn't seen many people who look like they might be from somewhere other than Europe or, well, the far East....]

Good day. You are the young lady missing her snakes, I presume? Randolph Lyall. Originally of London, England, in eighteen seventy-five.