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PERSONAL COMM | IC INBOX
Or whatever the equivalent is on this future walkie-talkie thing.
Leave me a message and I'll get back to you."
[ BEEP. ]
[ open for video, voice, and texts. ]
Or whatever the equivalent is on this future walkie-talkie thing.
Leave me a message and I'll get back to you."
[ BEEP. ]
[ open for video, voice, and texts. ]
[ so around the time this conversation is happening, Krista will be receiving a text from Lloyd: ]
Hi Krista! Its Lloyd.
Sorry if I woke you up.
I heard from Kaneis that you needed some shelves made for a library.
I can make them for you.
Hi Krista! Its Lloyd.
Sorry if I woke you up.
I heard from Kaneis that you needed some shelves made for a library.
I can make them for you.
Sounds great!
Yeah, I want to get a good look at the place so I know what I'm working with.
When do you want me to head over?
Yeah, I want to get a good look at the place so I know what I'm working with.
When do you want me to head over?
No, I have nothing better to do.
I'll talk to Kaneis about dropping me off.
So I'll see you then!
[ and then idk do we jump to action or handwave or w/e ]
I'll talk to Kaneis about dropping me off.
So I'll see you then!
[ and then idk do we jump to action or handwave or w/e ]
[oh hey you know that guy that died back on the planet? his ghost can apparently text. maybe his communicator is haunted.]
I need you to make me something.
I need you to make me something.
[this was the last number she expected to see pop up in her personal communicator. she was so scared of getting her hopes up that something like this would happen--she answers him immediately, feeling sick and relieved all at once.
at least, if it's him, it's him, and not someone using his communicator. no one else would intro with a request in accordance with their agreement.]
Okay, but please first tell me that this is actually Tek and not the ghost of Tek texting me from beyond the grave. Because ghosts can't text.
at least, if it's him, it's him, and not someone using his communicator. no one else would intro with a request in accordance with their agreement.]
Okay, but please first tell me that this is actually Tek and not the ghost of Tek texting me from beyond the grave. Because ghosts can't text.
Oh, so you noticed?
[was that passive-aggressive? it might have been passive-aggressive.]
[was that passive-aggressive? it might have been passive-aggressive.]
[there's a pause, so maybe that's where he's busy being touched, or having some other kind of semi-emotional reaction.
or he's just falling asleep.
either way, he's short with his response when he finally gives it.]
I need you to bring me a charm or something enchanted.
or he's just falling asleep.
either way, he's short with his response when he finally gives it.]
I need you to bring me a charm or something enchanted.
[sometimes having someone know you this well comes in handy.]
Small.
Small.
Bloodsport. Someone will let you on.
[he hopes.]
[he hopes.]
I'm not going anywhere.
[it's supposed to be a joke, but he lacks the energy to make that fact very clear.
he'll just be napping until she shows up.]
[it's supposed to be a joke, but he lacks the energy to make that fact very clear.
he'll just be napping until she shows up.]
[yeah, that human-sized lump of blankets on top of all of the other blankets in the corner is him. there are some blackish stains on the floor around his pathetic excuse for a nest, and the whole cargo bay smells like old blood and fried magic. a little like copper, meat, and ozone.
and he doesn't budge when she comes in. he's supposedly alive, but it doesn't look like the tales of the slain dragon were entirely unrelated.]
and he doesn't budge when she comes in. he's supposedly alive, but it doesn't look like the tales of the slain dragon were entirely unrelated.]
[creepy. she knows from experience that the creepy thing in the corner is probably him... but it's a little disturbing to walk so close to it and only feel a little bit of Tek, even when she comes to stand right next to him.]
...Hey, Tek...?
[she tries to get a better look at the bundle... her hugging the pillows is definitely just because they're easier to carry that way, and not because she's nervous. definitely not. ha ha. that would be silly.]
...Hey, Tek...?
[she tries to get a better look at the bundle... her hugging the pillows is definitely just because they're easier to carry that way, and not because she's nervous. definitely not. ha ha. that would be silly.]
[the bundle slowly rolls over so that it's not so face-down in the blankets anymore, eyeing her with the deadest look in the land.
and looking like he does, it's understandable why. his face is all wrong--both too monstrous and too delicate--and the rest of him has this sickly, malformed cast to it that she's never seen in him before.
he's a mess.]
and looking like he does, it's understandable why. his face is all wrong--both too monstrous and too delicate--and the rest of him has this sickly, malformed cast to it that she's never seen in him before.
he's a mess.]
Ooookay.
[well, that's... Tek, in whatever form he's in now. it's really creepy. she can't help thinking that he looks kind of like a larva, or... something. her research on dragons hasn't exactly given her any hints about the "creepy baby bug" stage of... this...
she crouches down next to him, though, dropping her bag on the floor. she reaches over him to put the pillows down on the other side of his head. they seem especially comfortable and appealing. she pulls a blanket out of her bag, next, and puts that down by her feet.]
I think I got you some good stuff. I had a couple of things laying around from that party we went to, so...
[she picks out some jewelry, next. plucks up a couple of rings, coins, and a thin chain of bracelet from the bottom of her bag. she holds one up in a loose fist over his face.]
Come on, open up.
[well, that's... Tek, in whatever form he's in now. it's really creepy. she can't help thinking that he looks kind of like a larva, or... something. her research on dragons hasn't exactly given her any hints about the "creepy baby bug" stage of... this...
she crouches down next to him, though, dropping her bag on the floor. she reaches over him to put the pillows down on the other side of his head. they seem especially comfortable and appealing. she pulls a blanket out of her bag, next, and puts that down by her feet.]
I think I got you some good stuff. I had a couple of things laying around from that party we went to, so...
[she picks out some jewelry, next. plucks up a couple of rings, coins, and a thin chain of bracelet from the bottom of her bag. she holds one up in a loose fist over his face.]
Come on, open up.
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