How's my driving? Lay it on me!

[The video feed is wildly swinging as soon as it comes on. In a moment- there she is! And behind Kim is the by-now ubiquitous swirling insanity. If you're familiar enough with it, this was Kim's room. The bed is gone, her lab is cut in half and her coffee machines are no more ( Read more... )

Of all possible Armageddons, it's a modified Gray Goo scenario that kills us? Red Goo, whatever.

Ugh.

Ugh!

That's just...argh. What a waste of-

[there is a pause]

I'm alive. In quarantine. If anyone cares.

[The following is encrypted as heavily as Kim can manage, to the following people: Vincent, Marco, Roland, Reno, Sephiroth...and later, Greed and Maia, as an afterthought.]

About what I said earlier- now's the time. Meet me on Deck 13. If that doesn't work, it'll be the hard way.

[click!]

So.

[Yknow what? Dying isn't informative. Not even a little. Vincent you owe her a new outfit so hardcore- but she'll never ever ask for it.]

Who wants to help me out with a project? I need people who can fight. And not die.

...

Like anyone needs to ask.

[[ ooc: Vincent killed Kimiko! She's lost the following items: shirt (t-shirt, w/hood ( Read more... )

[click! SIGH.]

After some trial and error, I've concluded that I can't fix this in the mirror. I need. Help.

...

Preferably a roboticist. Or a surgeon.

...

Or anyone with decent medical- you know what, I'm not sure I trust any of you.

[There is a bit of a pause. Kim grumbles something uncomplimentary about the boat, canines and the Captain ( Read more... )

[Kimiko has been thinking about trying to get drunk. Y'know, purely as a...scientific exercise ( Read more... )

I wonder...if...

I'd like to talk to someone else who's 'died,' please.

...

Hi. New...people. I'm Kimiko.

[Man, screw being friendly. It's hard.]

Is it safe to come out yet?

I'm hungry.

[If anyone needs to find Kimiko physically, she'll be skulking around the buffet, loading up on food before scuttling back to her room.]

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