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[letrois.livejournal.com]

Faith stumbled out of the Hub into a room filled with lockers, presumably with people's stuff inside.

A movement caught her eye, and she took a running leap at it. "Yaaaaah!" Looking before leaping was never her strong suit.

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[vincent-amora.livejournal.com]

Vincent addressed the loud woman. "We've apparently been abducted, for an unknown period of time, and held captive in a life support system, as part of a larger techno-organic structure. It's either sentient, or at least has an interface program with telepathic capcity. I'm still working on anything past that, including the mode of capture and general intentions of this entity."

He looped the locket's chain around his neck, and folded his arms across his bare chest. "Has anyone else deduced anything further?"

[lieutenantkara.livejournal.com]

Kara instinctively turned towards the Voice of Someone Who Knew What the Frak Was Going On...and blinked.

"Hey there...naked guy. I see the freaky clothing tentacle things didn't get to you yet..." She frowned and then tossed her head, used to dealing with men and their random compulsion to be naked in public group settings. "The only thing I've worked out is that there's a frakking lot of us in this place somewhere, and that the lady who feels things into people's head isn't too loose with the details."

[notyourmudfoot.livejournal.com]

'Naked Guy' got a pair of raised eyebrows. "...Riiight. Well, I've 'deduced' that you skipped part of the attraction, here. Good for you. Think I'll wait for a little more evidence before going for anything more earthshaking than that."

[vincent-amora.livejournal.com]

Vincent looked at them flatly. Useless. Still, never burn a bridge unless your enemy is on it.

"I'm sorry I can't offer more information than what I've already managed to collect." He bowed his head slightly.

He then spoke up, calling out to the voice again. "Administrator. Please direct me to the clothing room."

[lieutenantkara.livejournal.com]

Starbuck nodded, watching the two men, studiously keeping her eyes at eye level. Naked Guy seemed about humorless enough to be a machine, but Skinjobs usually tried to seem more like people than that.

"Well. For the clothed among us, I think the voices said something about some kind of common living area. I think I'm gonna go check that out, see who else is around and if anyone knows anything." She shouldered her bag with another nod, waiting for a moment to see if Harper was going to come along or if he'd get distracted by another female arrival.

[notyourmudfoot.livejournal.com]

Of course he'd come along. Until he found something (or someone) more interesting. Or shiny. Or something he could take apart. Or...

Well, he'd come along.