voice;

[commentboxtroll]

[ Now that a few days have already passed, there's not much point in moping quietly and ignoring the network for much longer. Hopefully things have settled down a bit by now... ]

It looks like people are already organizing a few missions of their own, which is all fine and good, but we need to look beyond supplies for the short term. Our new headquarters isn't fit for holding this many people, for who knows how long, so aside from supplies, I think we need to put an effort towards fixing that as soon as we can.

First and foremost, we need more power.

Especially if we want to get that Aristeas contraption back up and running. Obviously we don't have the tools and resources to fix that here and now, but I'm sure I can work out a few points in time where we can slip in and change how this place gets built. What I really need is anyone who can help out with the technical side of this, or even to lend a hand with the research, and a few volunteers to run around playing time tag. We're going to need to get our hands on and change blueprints and data and who knows what else.

[ Basically, a call for help. He might be in over his head on this one, with how much tech is going to be involved. That all rambled out, there's a small, awkward pause before he adds: ]

And hello to all the new Transports, I guess. When I first got stuck here, Exsilium had just gotten itself trashed by an army of monsters, but this arrival sure tops that one as the new worst entrance of all.

Comments

[commentboxtroll]

And what exactly would we need from there?

[crocodilesmiles]

Ask Billy for his shopping list. There's a whole bunch of hardware stores! Food stores, too. It's a city. What don't we need from there right now?

[commentboxtroll]

And just how do people do this so-called shopping for supplies? Surely we don't have the right kind of funds.

[crocodilesmiles]

I have some money set aside. Other than that...

( She moves back up to his shoulders, falling quiet. Otherwise it's the same stealing as everyone else. Much as she hates it, she can also think of creatives ways to do this -- do that -- with none the wiser until closing. )

[commentboxtroll]

Marques don't count. Maybe you can do stupid dog tricks for change...

[ seriously tho ]

The Initiative's been able to hand out money before. Wouldn't there be a way to do that again?

[crocodilesmiles]

( she snorts, giving one ear a flick with her fingers. )

I meant in American dollars!

( she laughs, giving both shoulders a squeeze when her hand falls back down. )

I'm pretty sure the Initiative either stole or replicated the stuff which wasn't coin. Unless it all really lasted thousands of years... maybe it did? But in useable quantities?

[commentboxtroll]

[ When her hands fall back down away from his shoulders, he takes that as a sign that he might be able to read again! So he turns away, attention turning back to the tablet. ]

Stealing may have been difficult. [ Unless they could go back in time as well, but then why the Transports at all? ] If they replicated it, wouldn't it be possible they brought how they did that up here with them?

[crocodilesmiles]

Ask! It's not like any of them expect us to stay in the past long enough to be tried for anything. Can't keep people who disappear in jail... if we were stupid enough to do something worth being caught over.

( With her hands on the chair now, she watches him, reluctant to get moving again. )

[commentboxtroll]

That is true...

[ No past prison can hold a Transport for very long, so there isn't that much of a worry. ]

I'll ask once I get a chance to.

[crocodilesmiles]

Good.

( Feeling like she's passed her stamp of approval on, she falls into silence, eyes drifting from him to take in the whole of the cafeteria. It's polite to let him read, and after a while, she leans sideways to snag her tablet and try to do the same.

Tries being operative. She seems to be reading, indulging in shifting and more upper body focused fidgets, up to and including setting her tablet down and taking time to shift and pull her legs around so she's sitting more properly.

Her tea she leaves untouched on the table, chill and unmoving )