[ Kim digs his communicator from out of his pocket and squints at it, holding the device a little away from his face so that he can read through it properly. ]
Shit. I've really got to start using this thing more regularly.
[ It doesn't come easy to him, this communicator. Arguably, they have nothing but time on their hands, so they should be doing nothing but looking through it, but he has nothing of the sort back home, and he's set in his ways. ]
You're right. This is a whole supra-natural phenomena. [ He snorts. ] Figures.
[ With a sinking feeling in his gut, he goes back to read the note that was left for them. Anyone with half a brain could figure out what they want from them. It's just that he doesn't want to. ]
So it wants us to share... but being that you didn't get anything of your own, only I'm sharing. Doesn't seem fair. [ Reluctantly, he pulls out the little plastic plane and holds it aloft. It's brightly coloured, albeit scuffed from too much use, with text imprinted along the side in what appear to be some sort of east-asian characters, though there's no true parallel to any real-world languages. Inside the little cavity appears to be a note, folded in on itself over and over again. Kim huffs a sigh. ]
Fine. Not like it's anything important. It's just a childhood toy. Every kid has a toy plane, right? I grew up, I left it behind, and that's that.
[ Kim stares at the door -- which, much to his chagrin, remains unmoving. ]
no worries!! and apologies in turn!
[ Kim digs his communicator from out of his pocket and squints at it, holding the device a little away from his face so that he can read through it properly. ]
Shit. I've really got to start using this thing more regularly.
[ It doesn't come easy to him, this communicator. Arguably, they have nothing but time on their hands, so they should be doing nothing but looking through it, but he has nothing of the sort back home, and he's set in his ways. ]
You're right. This is a whole supra-natural phenomena. [ He snorts. ] Figures.
[ With a sinking feeling in his gut, he goes back to read the note that was left for them. Anyone with half a brain could figure out what they want from them. It's just that he doesn't want to. ]
So it wants us to share... but being that you didn't get anything of your own, only I'm sharing. Doesn't seem fair. [ Reluctantly, he pulls out the little plastic plane and holds it aloft. It's brightly coloured, albeit scuffed from too much use, with text imprinted along the side in what appear to be some sort of east-asian characters, though there's no true parallel to any real-world languages. Inside the little cavity appears to be a note, folded in on itself over and over again. Kim huffs a sigh. ]
Fine. Not like it's anything important. It's just a childhood toy. Every kid has a toy plane, right? I grew up, I left it behind, and that's that.
[ Kim stares at the door -- which, much to his chagrin, remains unmoving. ]