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[lonelynotforsaken]

[ LO431Y | VOICE | 001 ]

[Martin's day isn't going well. And he's shouting as loudly as Squalo had been on the first communication. He's also very clearly running.]

May day! May day may day may day! Oh, god! Oh, god! May day! There's- Drone. Electricity spikes. Oh, god! East jungle. Close to shore!

[His responses to things may be delayed depending on whether or not he can escape the thing.]

Comments

[sharktrash]

Huh. Why would that be there if there's nobody to shiv?

[ A question for the philosophers, or whoever was running the station. Most likely it implied there used to be people maintaining the jail, at least. What exactly happened on this island? ]

...oh shit. Okay, that gives us something. If anybody's close enough to hear that they can use it to head toward you.

[ They... might not make it in time, though. ]

[lonelynotforsaken]

Yeah. I'll... be waiting. [Hah.]

But really, I'll put out anything useful I've got on me if it starts getting grim. I want the things I've got to help someone else, at least.

[sharktrash]

[ What... do you even say to someone in this situation? That is, when you don't want to mock them about dying like a dog? One friendly person on the island and they're in deep shit and there's nothing he can do. Damn, this is infuriating. If he had Alo here, he could send her ahead to sniff out wherever this guy is held and ram down the cell bars, but he hasn't sensed her or his Flames at all since he got here. ]

Hang in there, yeah?

[lonelynotforsaken]

As long as I can. Stay safe, Squalo.