Alexis thought for a moment, sleep sounded wondrous, but Roas was back there...She shook her head slowly, trying to convince herself to go back and sleep. The illusions would keep for several hours at least, she hadn't known if she'd be awake when they reached the city, so she'd made sure that they would last long enough, just in case.
Finally, she nodded, albeit reluctantly. "Sounds like a good plan." She quickly emptied the rest of the energy drink and then put it back in the holder. A moment later she'd flipped on cruise control and unbuckled herself from the restraints. "I guess I'll be in the back, wake me if you need anything." She squirmed around and found her way to the access leading to the back.
She paused for a moment, and then turned to Jerome, "Jerome...Thanks, for finding me. These past ten years have been hell, and it was good to meet someone who didn't want me dead or tied to a chair in a prison somewhere, drugged to the gills."
She quickly turned back and opened the access, readying herself to deal with Roas, and hopefully not piss him off.
Yes...that's a good plan. time to see if I can stick with it
Post by The Rising Dragon on Aug 22, 2010 12:01:29 GMT -5
"Not a problem, Alexis," Jerome said, nodding to her as he took over the wheel quickly. "We'll get you where you need to go, no worries."
Until the Harbinger and the rest decide your fate, he thought guardedly, with a mental sigh. Damn politics.
Inside the transport's trailer, the back was taken up mostly by the modified Dwarven Constructor of Roas' as it waited in stand-by mode. Roas was kneeling on the floor behind it, quietly tinkering away with some parts in an opened panel, making little in the way of noise. When the door opened, he glanced back to see who it was. But after a quick, unreadable expression, the man turned back to his work, and said not a word to Vister.
Post by Steinerman on Aug 22, 2010 13:37:28 GMT -5
Alexis shook her head sadly. "Jerome mentioned a few long seats back here that might double as a place to sleep. Though in retrospect, I should have asked you first, before I came back here. Sorry." She added softly.
She stepped closer to the big machine, glancing at the constructor as though it were some exotic alien. She stood there, observing and trying not to annoy Roas in any way. Though she was fairly sure that by simply being in his vicinity she was an annoyance to him already.
Though she'd come back to sleep, the energy drink had staved off the peaceful serenity of that for a few more minutes, and she currently felt awake enough to talk. Oh how she wanted to talk. Speaking of any kind hadn't been exactly encouraged in the prison, unless it was to tell them information or scream in pain from the torture methods they'd employed. Now, back among relatively friendly people, she wanted to talk and listen, to hear voices that weren't cruel or angry.
A wry grin crossed her lips, Of course...if Roas even speaks to me, he'll probably be pissed. So I guess I could settle for just hearing another voice.
Finally, she sighed and sat down on a likely looking seat, "did you give it a name? That big machine of yours?"
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Post by The Rising Dragon on Aug 22, 2010 14:37:34 GMT -5
"Not really," Roas responded gruffly, though not in a hostile manner. "Its probably the fourth one I've had; the others all got trashed. And chances are it'll get trashed like all the others and I'll have to steal and retrofit another one."
He pointed to the folded seats along the walls of the trailer, behind him. "Just pull one of those down if you want to sleep. Might get a bit bumpy, though."
Post by Steinerman on Aug 22, 2010 17:55:28 GMT -5
Alexis nodded, stood and slowly walked over to the foldout seats that lined the walls. it took her a moment to figure out how to unclasp them, but finally she was able to release the clasps that held them in place and unfolded enough of them for her to lay down on.
With a quick glance at Roas, mostly to make sure he wasn't watching her, she lay down upon the seats and tried to get comfortable. For a few minutes she tossed and turned, unable to find a good position. Quickly she thought about folding up her vest and using it as a pillow, but then looked down and realized her illusion of a Stamarian uniform was still in place. She grimaced and waved a hand, the image disappeared a moment later, leaving her in the usual rag-tag and oddly colored ensemble she'd pieced together.
Sleepily, she removed her vest and rolled it up into a pillow of sorts, which she then placed underneath her head. She squirmed around for another few moments before nodding to herself, it wasn't the most comfortable, but it would do well enough to sleep with for a few hours.
A moment later she slowly started to drift off to sleep, her body finally able to relax, her mind to rest.