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YL078T | Voice | Night 009
[Taissa has woken up in a new place much farther than ever before. It's too warm, even for night. The tropical trees growing just inland of the beach only confirm that this is considerably south of New Jersey. Her clothes are soaked through and she doesn't remember being in the water. Was there a shipwreck? There must be other boats nearby. The coast guard, or somebody, should be out there.
She picks up the only thing outside of herself that she has found on the sand so far. It looks like some sort of emergency radio. She listens to only a snippet of a message before calling out herself, but it sounds enough like military jargon to give her hope of timely rescue. She attempts to sound calm through her shock and confusion. Loud and clear.]
Hello? Who am I speaking to? This is Senator Taissa Turner. I seem to be lost and in need of assistance.
[Also in need of a quick transceiver tutorial, clearly.]
She picks up the only thing outside of herself that she has found on the sand so far. It looks like some sort of emergency radio. She listens to only a snippet of a message before calling out herself, but it sounds enough like military jargon to give her hope of timely rescue. She attempts to sound calm through her shock and confusion. Loud and clear.]
Hello? Who am I speaking to? This is Senator Taissa Turner. I seem to be lost and in need of assistance.
[Also in need of a quick transceiver tutorial, clearly.]
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I'm trying to stay alive, here.
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