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[traitortwin]

Oh, great.

[South Dakota already has her magnum drawn, though she isn't aiming it at anything/one yet. Besides, if there's anything/one around to try her, it's not like she can't shoot from the hip well enough.]

[She puts one hand lightly against the side of her helmet.] This is Agent South Dakota. I'm in an unknown location. I'm not getting

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[lamb_of_gold]

[WEll he's not going to interrupt, but there's a fellow with rather outlandish hair taking a walk nearby, should South notice]

[traitortwin]

[South would have noticed sooner if she'd set her motion trackers upon suddenly appearing in a strange, space-looking place, but of course she didn't. Regardless, she does spot him out of the corner of her eye and looks up from the brochure. She doesn't say anything, just watches him. For now.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Nevertheless, he feels eyes on him, and turns to look. One of his brow markings raises at the look of her armour. Too bad he's in his civvies.]

Can I help you?

[traitortwin]

[Well... a threat wouldn't ask if they could help you. Not sincerely, anyway. Not like she needs help anyway. Except she probably does, but she's not going to own up to that. She keeps her tone entirely indifferent when she speaks.]

No. I've got it.

[foundmyarms]

[Why yes, yes he will. Because South Dakota looks like a soldier from some kind of futuristic movie and that is awesome.]

Woaaah! Are you an actress? Are they gonna film a movie here on the Plane?

[Now there's a curious 13-year-old hovering around South Dakota checking out her awesome armor and trying not to squee. He's a big fan of cheesy action movies.]

[traitortwin]

[fjaskl What. She takes two steps away from him, glaring from behind her visor.]

Hey. Back off, kid. And what the hell are you talking about?

[foundmyarms]

[Yeah he totally can't see that glaring, so he doesn't think anything is wrong.]

It looks like you're dressed to be in some awesome action movie or something. Or...

[Le gasp!]

Are you actually a super-soldier?

[traitortwin]

[Oh my God what is with this kid jfadkslj]

Freelancer. [Pause] Though I guess you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?

[She fights the urge to roll her eyes.]

Trust me, it's not a movie.

[oliverplus]

[Oliver strides over, though he doesn't get too close. this woman definitely looks unnerving. still, his tone is cheerful] Nope! It's all true. But don't worry--if you want to leave, that's easy. And welcome to the Astral Plane, by the way!

[traitortwin]

[She comes very close to aiming her gun at him, but doesn't. Instead, she puts the brochure away, stands a bit straighter and watches him very carefully.]

Yeah. Just read that. So who are you? [One of the people mentioned in the brochure? Could she be that lucky?]

[oliverplus]

Oh, I'm Oliver! Nice to meet you. [he waves] Did you say your name's South Dakota? Like...in America? [his excited curiosity is starting to overcome his caution]

[traitortwin]

[Not anyone in charge. Damn.]

Yeah, something like that. ... Why?

[dissedthesonic]

[while he's wary of the gun, and unsure if the person in that suit or whatever is human (he can only ascertain she's most likely female from the voice he heard just now), if she's at the kiosk...] Erm, excuse me. Did you need any help? Those things only say so much...

[traitortwin]

[Only say so much? Okay, that gets her attention.]

Yeah? What doesn't it say?

[dissedthesonic]

[scratches his head] Well, it's like--[stops, starts again] You saw the thing about the experiments, yeah? Those are...probably the nicer things that can happen to you.

[traitortwin]

[She takes a second to consider the implications of that.]

Alright, I'm listening. Go on.