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[aluminumandash]

[ RE419S | TEXT | 001 ]

[ After the message (warning?) has blared two successive times, Rust waits about an hour and sends: ] Progress on locating unauthorized transport?



[ OOC: Threadjack to your heart's content! ]

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TO994M; voice

[cactusy]

I got a feeling that it might be us.

[aluminumandash]

[ He gives it up to an hour, depending on how quick she was to respond. Time enough for another round of alerts. Then: ] Porous fucking transport.

Or did you turn up dry?

[cactusy]

[Her next comes pretty quickly - just a minute or so after his.]

I wish.

[Her poor soaked gun!]

East of the mountains, west of the beach, there's something mechanical. Sounds kinda like a helicopter. You picking up on that?

[It's likely not so easy to hear over the walkie, and certainly not prominent enough for the text transcription to pick up, but if he listens to her audio he'll find that there is indeed a thrumming sound audible in the background of her feed.]

audio

[aluminumandash]

[ No delays now; he brings the walkie closer to his ear, shuts his eyes a long moment. ] Mm. Yeah. [ Doesn't sound good. ] You feel it? In the air, your chest?

audio | callsign: DI481O | /treadjacks!!!

[salamanca]

If it's us, interesting that not all of us are hearing it, eh?

[cactusy]

Not really. Probably hard to wire a whole peninsula or island or whatever this is; I'm guessing they only put speakers in certain places. High-traffic areas, maybe.

[Not that she's seen much sign of any traffic yet.]

[salamanca]

Sounds like you've already given this a lot of thought. [ He sounds impressed. ] Any guesses who "they" are, Miss...? [ The voice sounds female; he prompts for a name. He suspects she has no idea who "they" are, but you never know! Can't hurt to ask. ]

LO431Y; voice

[lonelynotforsaken]

I... haven't found any transport. Authorized or otherwise.

[aluminumandash]

Tracks? You on the coast?

[lonelynotforsaken]

Yeah. I woke up on the beach on the east side of... this place. Wherever it is. Or at least somewhere more east than a lot of the rest of it. I think I'm heading northwest. Really wish I'd learned more about orienteering.

I don't see any tracks at all. Or hear traffic. I'm making arrows in the sand as I go so I don't accidentally get turned around somehow.

[aluminumandash]

Tides coming in fast. [ Rust Cohle, professional bearer of bad news.

But he decides this poor fuck is having a hard enough time without having to read off the walkie. ] Sticking with the coast ain't a bad idea. [ His voice is soft and focused, with a Texas drawl. ] You got a watch?

text; DI481O

[salamanca]

"Unauthorized transport?" Care to elaborate, RE419S?

[aluminumandash]

Care to answer the question?

[salamanca]

[ Give him a second. He's stalking your other conversations. A... "drone?" And some British guy with a knife?

He does eventually respond though. ]

No unauthorized vehicle transport detected.

[aluminumandash]

Detail area searched.

BT612L; text

[ichoosefight]

How do I know if a transport is authorized?

[aluminumandash]

What did you find?

[ichoosefight]

some broken pieces of what I'm sure used to be very pretty seashells

[aluminumandash]

[ Time to abandon his fool's errand of trying to get through to someone in a position of authority. He supposes. ] You in ok shape?

voice-to-text; TN811N

[hyakuoku]

[ Senku isn't close enough to hear that message, but he's nosy enough to read what he can, so he's gathered some context. ]

I get that this must be a reference to something but from where I am I haven't seen any signs of transport here at all. I found an old suitcase on the beach where I woke up. Nothing I'd call "transport."

So the question is: is whatever brought us here unauthorised transport? Or is there someone else here doing something that whoever brought us here doesn't want them to be doing?

/threadjacks forever | text | callsign: DI481O

[salamanca]

Old suitcase, huh? How old is "old?"

And where on the island are you located, Mr...?

[ Lalo is actually getting into this now! Vividly, he imagines himself as an over-eager rookie with a note, writing down every piece of information he encounters, relevant and not. ]

[hyakuoku]

[ well THAT'S an ominous callsign, if he's reading it right. Interesting...? ]

As soon as I reinvent carbon dating equipment I'll let you know.

[ Surely he's kidding. Right? He must be kidding. ]

It's hard to say for now. It's too waterlogged to really get a read on that. It's a hard case one, has barnacles on it. Barnacles can grow a lot faster than you think, though, so it could be days, weeks, longer. Had some paper in it that turned to unreadable mush.

No Mr.
Just Senku is fine.

As far as I can tell, I'm on the southwest part of the island. Are we sure it's just one island, though?

[salamanca]

[ Screw you, man, they're random!!! He didn't pick it. ]

I meant approximately, smartass. Couple years ago? Two decades ago? What style is it? Suitcases go in and out of fashion. You can tell one that was made now from one that was made in the '70s just by how it looks.

[ He does consider what Senku is saying, though. Interesting. SW, huh? Not sure it's one island? He looks around at the peninsula that juts out in front of him. ]

I don't think we are certain of that, unless I missed something.

Hey, you a marine biologist? Sounds like you know a lot about barnacles! I'm impressed.

[ He means that! He is impressed. ]

[aluminumandash]

Yep. [ Is that it? Almost. ] You heard of a drone before?

[hyakuoku]

[ Well THAT was...succinct. ]

Yes.