[Audio - because you don't need to see this sexy head wound he's sporting for fall - Prima's Temple

[rememberme]

[This consciousness thing was a bit touch and go, but after a few false starts -- at some point after the Acolyte had figured its job done, and toddled off -- Rung really wakes up. And probably for good this time... He hopes.]

I'm sorry this is curt, but please, if you are familiar with the ship the Lost Light or its crew, I urge you to come forward.

This matter is somewhat urgent.

Thank you.





(OOC| Tags when I get back from work. Sorry in advance if he seems a little short, he's kind of dealing with some stuff right now. Like his brain hanging out his head)

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[whirlybird_of_prey]

Don't.

[rememberme]

[He sounds so, so tired when he asks:]

What are you looking for? You're safe?

[It isn't concern in his voice, just weariness and that duty of care that's keeping him on the line. You've probably never heard him this worn out -- Rung just doesn't seem like the kind of person who should ever sound like that.]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Yeah, he hears that 'don't give a frag' in your voice, Rung. So much for being his friend.]

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Oops my heart

[rememberme]

[Rung takes a minute just to gently put his head in his hands and remember to cycle air.

Then he sets about trying to get help...and to deal with Pharma.]