FOTT - Earth 2767

[Mat he/him]

“Where exactly are we going?” Craven asked, from further inside the room. He knew that they were on this other planet for a reason, but couldn’t quite remember what it was.

[Spren of Kindness she/her]

"Northern Hemisphere," Martin says, then corrects himself.  He doesn't need to be as cryptic.  "Siberia."

[Mat he/him]

1 minute ago, Spren of Kindness said:

"Northern Hemisphere," Martin says, then corrects himself.  He doesn't need to be as cryptic.  "Siberia."

Craven considered the answer. He had no idea what that meant.

“Okay.” He said.

[Spren of Kindness she/her]

Just now, Matrim's Dice said:

Craven considered the answer. He had no idea what that meant.

“Okay.” He said.

"Do you like snow?"  Martin asks.  "If you do, you might like where we're going."  He has no idea if the part of Siberia they're going to will have snow, doesn't even know what time of year it is.

[Mat he/him]

1 hour ago, Spren of Kindness said:

"Do you like snow?"  Martin asks.  "If you do, you might like where we're going."  He has no idea if the part of Siberia they're going to will have snow, doesn't even know what time of year it is.

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Does Sel have snow? Do we know that?  I’ll go with yes I guess.

Craven nodded. “Just as long as it doesn’t get in my shirt.”

[Channelknight Fadran]

12 hours ago, Spren of Kindness said:

"Getting transport off continent," Martin says.  He spins a pen through his fingers, and thinks about how the weight is different.  "We've got some money now, so it shouldn't be too hard."

"Do we want to be discreet about it?"

[Spren of Kindness she/her]

2 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

"Do we want to be discreet about it?"

"Of course.  Good news is, that's not going to be hard."  Or it shouldn't be.  A place like this will have it's fair share of smugglers and illicit folk.

[Channelknight Fadran]

Ayia wondered if she should've asked him before she'd bought the new outfits. "How long will that take?"

[Spren of Kindness she/her]

"Probably not too long, if I go by myself to negotiate."

[Channelknight Fadran]

"Then..." Ayia shrugged. "I guess you should go do that, then."

[Mat he/him]

“Can I come?”

[Spren of Kindness she/her]

Martin nods absently, walking over to the battered comm panel set in the wall.  He punches in the number on autopilot, and waits.  "No one say anything," he warns.

[Channelknight Fadran]

Ayia stuck up her thumb and sat down.

[Spren of Kindness she/her]

The noise that comes through the speaker is an unholy mix of static that makes Martin's brain hurt.  "'Lo, Nahl," he offers.  "'S me."  The slurring of the words is the signal that she insists on.  

Dead silence from the other end.

"I know you can track my signal.  I need a pickup - me and my crew."

"I thought you worked alone, soldier boy," Nahl finally says.  Even through the remainder of the static, her voice sounds like ice.

Martin tries his best not to react to the jibe.  "Times change, Nahl.  You in or not?"

"Eight hours."  The line goes dead.  Martin slumps against the wall.

[Channelknight Fadran]

Ayia glanced up. "You good?"

[Spren of Kindness she/her]

"Nahl and I have a complicated past," Martin says.  "I'll be fine."

[Channelknight Fadran]

"If you want I could beat 'em up for you."

[Spren of Kindness she/her]

"Probably not the best idea.  Tempting, though."  Martin stands up and starts going through drawers.  All empty.

"We've got eight hours until Nahl gets here.  I'd recommend we all get some rest."

[Mat he/him]

Craven nodded, heading for his room. “Wake me up when she gets here.”

[Channelknight Fadran]

Ayia casually pressed a couple bullets into the pistol's chamber, flicked on the safety, then vanished it. "I can stay up a little while if you need me to," She said to Martin.

[Spren of Kindness she/her]

"That would actually be helpful.  Wake me up at - " he checks the clock.  Three p.m.  "About five."  He'd rather be on watch when Nahl gets there.

[Channelknight Fadran]

She smiled. "No problemo, hon."

[Condensation she/her]

"Alright, guess I'll go sleep, then." Andante heads for her room and the (hopefully) soft bed inside.

[Spren of Kindness she/her]

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Short said:

"Alright, guess I'll go sleep, then." Andante heads for her room and the (hopefully) soft bed inside.

 

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It's probably not great, IIRC, this is a slightly sketchy motel.

Also, should we just timeskip to later, or is that lazy?

 

[Channelknight Fadran]

Ayia took out one of her staffs, Stabilizing it by the wall to sit on. She sat back, holding the back of her head in her hands and relaxing. The Earth clothing was more comfortable than she expected: though she didn't know that pants could be made of genes, nor that straps could be made of spaghetti (whatever that was). The shoes were also really nice: uniform, laced, and well-balanced. Apparently they mass-produced them here.

Well... nothing much left to do now. She reached up, pulled a small notebook (pen included) out of thin air, and began to write in her journal.

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I have no problem with timeskipping.