[sound of phone ringing. there's a click as someone picks up the phone]

Operator: Operator speaking. Can I help you?
Dearka: Hi. I'd like to speak with Milliaria Haww please.
Operator: Do you know her number?
Dearka: Sorry, not really, no. She's lost her mobile recently, and she doesn't really have a fixed address.
Operator: Do you have any idea ( Read more... )

She was laughing as she ran along the beach, feet slapping the sand in a wet staccatto as the waves chased after her futilely. Spinning around, she called him to join her before laughing and pelting off further down the shore, the sea rumbling and hissing in protest ( Read more... )

He sighed and stretched a little, trying to work out the kinks in his neck as he adjusted the straps of his bag. It wasn't often that he got shore leave, and he intended to make good use of it.
Shore leave. He smirked a little at that. It was an archaic term for when ships sailed the seas, and not the reaches of space between Earth and PLANT. ( Read more... )

It was a soft rustle and a slight movement that woke him ( Read more... )