conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: ribblle: Originally Posted by SlyJohnny 
    
   She watches you awake, Stanley Brown, curled up in a cloak in her own "pod", and she sidles over as you rise, and cough, and splutter, and look around in fear or anger. She quietly asks if you have a lho-stick to give her.  
   
  
  The rest of you begin to break your stupor...
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Hjolnai: Coughing, John sits up and turns to the strange woman.
  
   "What the hell just ha... uh, did you just say  lho -stick? I don't know what that means. Where... where are we? 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: SlyJohnny: Saska glances at John, and then looks around at her surroundings as if seeing them for the first time.
  
   "Void ship."  She replies, eventually.  "Don't go outside." 
  
  She looks about her for any exits from the room other than the door with the note, and anything of interest. She wanders over to the note and picks it up, reads it. She wonders if the blood on it is dried. If it's fresh, or if there's enough that it hasn't all soaked into the paper, she'll taste some of it, wondering if it's human. She sighs. She  really  wants a lho-stick. She digs around in her pockets to see if she still has any. She's having trouble remembering a lot of things, but she knows she had two lho-sticks left. Two. The ones that are a uniform shape and already rolled so neatly, too. If they're gone, she'll definitely have to find some more.
  
  As an afterthought, she checks to see if she's still carrying her psy-focus or her pistol or anything else, but these are secondary concerns to making sure she has her cigarettes. She holds the note up to the others, making sure they've seen it.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Hjolnai: John seems to be working himself into a panic, starting to hyperventilate. Then he whispers to himself;
  
   "The '39 crash didn't kill me, this won't either. Just stay calm, John." 
  
  After those near-silent words, he seems somewhat calmer - at least until he sees the bloody note in Saska's hand. His response to that is a brief obscenity.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Rofltrollcopter: Stanley let out a loud phlegm-filled cough as he awoke from his stasis. He squinted as his eyes adjusted to the light in the room. His thoughts finally caught up with him as he registered the woman's question.  A lho-whatsit?  He said, not knowing what she was talking about.  I have no idea what your talking about. Are you a foreigner? 
  
  When the woman showed him the note, his indignity only increased.  Alright, I have had enough of this. I don't know what an 'inquisiton' is, and frankly I don't care. All I want to do is go home and have a nice cup of tea.  He walked over and started banging on the side of the door.  HELLO! IS ANYONE OUT THERE. CAN YOU LET US OUT? 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Hjolnai: John hisses,
  
   " Quiet!  If we have any chance of escaping from this nightmare, it's now - before our captors know we're awake. Whoever they are." 
  
  He draws an unsteady breath.
  
   "I wish I'd never met that bloody... that  wizard . I want to go home..." 
  
  John reaches out to get a closer look at the bloody note Saska holds.