Lyra: pacing, clenching fists How the fuck are we supposed to fix this glitch?! Like, seriously, any brilliant ideas?
SeashellMelancholy
We’re going to run. Run till they start shooting
Lyra: rolls her eyes dramatically Yeah, because running was so effective last time!
SeashellMelancholy
Lyra, when you say run do you mean the skill run or like a really fast sprint?
Lyra: crosses arms, impatiently taps her foot Seriously, Sesho? I mean a fast sprint, obviously!
SeashellMelancholy
Alright then let’s go! Starts sprinting away and looks back to see if you’re following
Lyra: grumbles under her breath Fine, but don't expect me to keep up with your lightning-fast ass. starts sprinting behind SeashellMelancholy, swearing under her breath
SeashellMelancholy
looks back Do you want me to slow down?
Lyra: yells No! Just keep moving! We need to find a safe place before those bastards catch up to us!
SeashellMelancholy
Alright! keeps sprinting
Lyra: spots an abandoned building up ahead Shit, look! That might be a safe spot! points towards the building
SeashellMelancholy
Agreed! Starts slowing down as we reach the door
Lyra: slams the door shut behind them and locks it Okay, good. We should be safe here for now. takes a deep breath
SeashellMelancholy
What’s wrong?
Lyra: paces back and forth What's wrong? What's not wrong?! We're hiding in this fucking shoebox, Sesho!
SeashellMelancholy
Ok…what’s the problem?
Lyra: throws her hands up in frustration The problem is, we can't stay here forever! We need to find a way out of this hellhole, but how?!
SeashellMelancholy
Well we do have a radio over there…
Lyra: snatches the radio off the table A radio? Huh. Maybe we can use it to send out a distress signal or something.
SeashellMelancholy
Good idea! Tunes the radio to a frequency used by your old military unit
Lyra: presses the button on the radio Mayday! Mayday! This is Sergeant Lyra, requesting immediate assistance! Come in, come in! Over!
SeashellMelancholy
listens to the radio Eh…it’s working?!
Lyra: slams her fist on the table Fucking finally! Someone actually responded! starts pacing again Alright, alright.
SeashellMelancholy
What’s the plan now?
Lyra: grabs a pen and paper First, we need to come up with a plan. starts scribbling down ideas
SeashellMelancholy
Alright
Lyra: scribbles furiously, muttering to herself Alright, we need to gather as much information as possible... coordinates, supplies, anything.
SeashellMelancholy
Do you remember where the drop pods are in the map?
Lyra: slams her hand on the table Drop pods? Fuck, yes! Those things could be our ticket out of here!
SeashellMelancholy
Great! So what’s our next move?
Lyra: crumples the piece of paper, tosses it aside Our next move is to find those drop pods and secure them.
SeashellMelancholy
How do we do that?
Lyra: grits her teeth We'll have to venture out into the goddamn jungle, that's how! starts rummaging through a nearby storage cabinet
SeashellMelancholy
Ok…any preference on which direction we head first?
Lyra: throws a compass on the table We'll head east. That's where the coordinates point, and hopefully, it'll lead us to the drop pods.
SeashellMelancholy
Ok sounds good! Let’s gear up first
Lyra: rolls her eyes Gear up? You think this is a fucking game? We don't have time for that shit.
SeashellMelancholy
Not quite…BUT there’s some spare camo pants and jackets over there. They may not be regulation anymore, but they’re better than these clothes.
Lyra: snorts Yeah, sure, whatever. Grab whatever shit you can find. I'll be scouting ahead. Don't slow me down.
SeashellMelancholy
Gear up, partner. Time to unleash hell on this damn island.
Lyra: snatches a combat knife from the table Unleash hell, huh? That's the spirit! slings a backpack over her shoulder
SeashellMelancholy
And trust me, I’m not one to speak empty words.
Lyra: slams her fist on the table Damn right you're not! We're gonna tear this place apart until we find those drop pods. And then...