first ♢ voice

[versusnurture]

[Abigail's voice quavers, as though she's uncertain of the connection, like someone making their first long-distance call. She starts out firm and then peters out into uncertainty, the tail end of her first sentence almost a question.]

My name is Abigail . . . Hobbs.

I'm not sure how I got here, but I'm here now. [A pause; who to ask for?] I'm looking for Dr. Alana Bloom. She's tall with dark hair. She was supposed to check in with me this morning, but instead I'm here.

Are there - [And here she inserts a little more tremor than necessary into her voice, because she doesn't know what else to do right now - ] Are there letters home? That kind of thing? How does this work? Because I need to talk to my dad.

Comments

[lastrat]

I wouldn't say that. If you waste it, you disappear or stew here for years.

Probably better not to waste it.

[versusnurture]

Probably.

[Bond do u think she's dum]

[lastrat]

[Gosh he is just being sarcastic, you brats will drive him to drink (more).]

Who's Doctor Bloom?

[versusnurture]

My keeper.

[lastrat]

Interesting way to put it.

[versusnurture]

How would you put it? Given that you don't know her.

[lastrat]

Oh, I wouldn't want to make assumptions.

[versusnurture]

Then how do you know it's interesting? It might just be accurate.

[lastrat]

Or you might be a liar who's very good at crocodile tears.

Difficult to tell, on the Barge.

[versusnurture]

Probably best to assume the worst.

[lastrat]

Always.