((The Remains of Proust Station, Planetside))
Pressure was high, tempers were high, and as such, Jashkaa was being as calm as possible - there was no point aggravating the situation further. As such she kept her voice calm and flat, even after Oromis had slightly lost his temper. She refrained from any reassuring touch, because she thought it might exacerbate everything.
Jashkaa: Well, you know the Proust best; do you know where we are?
Oromis: Not for sure. If I remember correctly, we shouldn't be far from the infirmary. The pirates are probably looting all the medical supplies right now.
Jashkaa frowned slightly, shallow lines creasing her dark green forehead. She considered their first problem, which was how to get out of this damned cupboard. Looking around, she couldn’t see an obvious escape route, especially in the dark, but Oromis seemed to be struck by divine inspiration.
Oromis: Wait a minute... If we're on the corner I suspect, there are ventilation shafts behind the cabinets in this room. If we could somehow get the back open here...
The sound of hands on metal could be heard as Oromis scrabbled around.
Oromis: Hah! Found it!
There was a noise of metal separating, and a soft breath of air coming out of part of the wall. Jashkaa was pleased.
Oromis: It might be more impressive with some light, but now we have access to the ventilation shafts.
Jashkaa: Nicely done.
She gently reached out a hand and put it lightly on what she hoped was the man’s shoulder. She gave it a reassuring, although slight squeeze.
Oromis: Response
Jashkaa: If you can take my hand and place it on the vent’s opening, I’ll lead the way.
Oromis: Response
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Cmdr Jashkaa
Counsellor
As simmed by
Commander Genkos Adea MD
Commanding Officer
USS Eagle
G239502GS0
"The games are immaterial. What matters are the stakes” - Emma Frost