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[never_very_good]

[VOICE | Sand City]

Five days in the fucking desert, starting to wear thin. Easier ways to get a tan, winter or not.

[There's a long pause, just the sound of the sand-scoured wind in the background.]

They say the City's split, yeah? Things better on the other side?

Wouldn't take much, I guess. Running water'd do.

[A few barely-audible mumbled curses, and the transmission clicks off.]



[ooc; since the time difference is mostly handwaved, figure this cropped up early on the 3rd day of Glass, midday 5th day of Sand. ♥ Obviously this will be distorted to anyone in the Glass City.]

Comments

FROM THE DELOREAN;

[never_very_good]

Just telling you what we need.

FROM THE DELOREAN;

[fatespoken]

I'll do what I can.

What are your feelings on the Glass City?

FROM THE DELOREAN;

[never_very_good]

Dunno. Might be better. Might be just as bad.

FROM THE DELOREAN;

[fatespoken]

I'd check it out, but the way things usually are around here, I'd likely hit a wall.

FROM THE DELOREAN;

[never_very_good]

Check it out how?

FROM THE DELOREAN;

[fatespoken]

I can-

[ Really. ]

I can do something similar to Eden. Cross distances.

FROM THE DELOREAN;

[never_very_good]

Be more useful if you could get water.

FROM THE DELOREAN;

[fatespoken]

Can't get water if I don't know where it is.

[ He grimaces. ]

Forget it.

FROM THE DELOREAN;

[never_very_good]

Do what you think'll help, Amory.

FROM THE DELOREAN;

[fatespoken]

Then you're asking the wrong person.