[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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[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.