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[sandswitcher]

[What is this strange, new device in her room? Sadira is the inquisitive sort, and thus she begins to fiddle with it. The audio cuts on with a hiss of static, then off again. On. Off. The same for the video, which reveals a pair of blue eyes, very close to the camera and wide with interest. On. Off. On.]I've never noticed this before. I wonder

Comments

[notiaraincluded]

[While he manages to keep from laughing, he has to admit that was kinda funny. Instead, he just smiles a bit.]

Hey there. Lemme guess, you're new.

[sandswitcher]

[Oh. Weird. Smiling man, might be talking to her, wait, new?

Sadira isn't quite ready to accept that it's a communicator.]

This is so weird.

[notiaraincluded]

Yeah, you may as well get used to that. Name's Luke, what's yours?

[sandswitcher]

I'm Sadira. What do you mean, get used to it?

[mightymorbid]

I'll bet you're the top of your class, aren't you?

[sandswitcher]

H-uh?

[What. She scrunches her nose and leans in to inspect the communicator again.]

Hello?

[mightymorbid]

[Eyeroll]

It's a device that lets you communicate with everyone here. It's not that complicated.

[sandswitcher]

'Here'? Where are you? Where's here?

[Private. Audio.]

[yeerkwarveteran]

...Come back, it's not going to bite you.

Public Video

[sandswitcher]

[She edges closer again and stares at the device, frowning.]

Who's there? Are you talking to me?

[feels_no_love]

[In a rather subdued tone; he's in a stone room as well.]

Hello. Do you require assistance?

[sandswitcher]

[Well, weird. Maybe she'll just...play along, then.]

Uh - No, I'm all right. How -

[Manners.]

Who's there?

[feels_no_love]

Vladislaus Dracula. A fellow prisoner aboard this...vessel. I was similarly disoriented when I arrived.

[dont_tell_sansa]

You don't have any rushes on your floor. [But meh that isn't important.]

Who are you?

[sandswitcher]

[Oh god where are all these voices coming from. Playing along now.]

Uh - er. Sadira. I'm Sadira. Who are you?

[dont_tell_sansa]

I'm no one. You don't have to be scared. Fear cuts deeper than swords.

[sandswitcher]

You must have a name.