» Diagnosis 001 || Video

[uninterfering]

[It is the face of a middle-aged man that peers into the screen when the SFC clicks on. It is the face of a very annoyed middle-aged man, frowning slightly.]

...Huh. Is this thing working? Nearly as complicated as that blasted machine--

[He blinks once or twice and realizes that it is, in fact, recording.]Well, I'll be

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[mrhanekoma]

Can introduce ya to a fresh pack of cigarettes if you don't freak out over the fact that we can't leave.

[uninterfering]

[He doesn't even have to consider that one.]

Then you've got yourself a deal.

We can't leave, huh?

[mrhanekoma]

Been here... five months, I think. Still haven't found a way out.

[A shrug on his end of the line.]

[uninterfering]

Sheesh...When I said I wanted a vacation, I didn't mean a permanent one.

[He shrugs, a 'what can you do?' gesture.]

How about those cigarettes, then?

[Priorities, he has them.]

[mrhanekoma]

Where are ya, boss? I'll come meet you. Nothin' else to do anyway.

[uninterfering]

[He doesn't have to look around--he observed the place before making a call.]

By a hunk of radioactive coral, by the looks of it.

[mrhanekoma]

That's the plaza. I'll pick you up a map on my way there.

[A grin and he turns off the SFC. LOG GO TIME.]