[Well. This sure is happening. And as if the entire experience of suddenly being shifted to another world isn't disorientating enough, then there's the message they all receive shortly thereafter. North keeps staring at her watch after the connection dies, eerily still in the way that only an android could be, no effort expended in avoiding the uncanny valley. It's only after a good, long moment that she snaps out of it, mumbling to no one in particular:]
... Who the hell is Kathashun?
[Whomst the hell, indeed.]
option b:
[After an initial bout of exploring, North can be spotted exiting the Brig. There's something of a thoughtful look on her face, her eyebrows knit together as she rubs her thumb against her index finger in something of an anxious gesture... and then she makes eye contact with one of the other members of the Circle. Her expression hardens as soon as that happens, her hand stilling entirely and falling to her side. After a beat, she marches right up to whoever it is she spotted.]
You. [Yes, you.] Are you any good with a spear? The prisoners will supposedly pay us if we bring them fresh fish.
[They're gonna need some of that sweet, sweet money if they're going to be stuck here for a while.]
option c:
[So. About the dead fish.
Because androids gotta be androids, North is just going to. Casually pick one up. Turn it over. Inspect it like there is absolutely nothing gross about this. And once she's apparently determined that it's just, you know, a dead fish? She's going to toss it over her shoulder without making sure nobody was standing behind her.
Sorry, but not sorry if it happens to hit anybody on the face. Them's the breaks, folks.]
wild card.
[Come up with your own scenario or remix one of the above! I have a plotting comment over here, and anyone is free to hmu on plurk over at beheads.]
group b!
... Who the hell is Kathashun?
[Whomst the hell, indeed.]
option b:
You. [Yes, you.] Are you any good with a spear? The prisoners will supposedly pay us if we bring them fresh fish.
[They're gonna need some of that sweet, sweet money if they're going to be stuck here for a while.]
option c:
Because androids gotta be androids, North is just going to. Casually pick one up. Turn it over. Inspect it like there is absolutely nothing gross about this. And once she's apparently determined that it's just, you know, a dead fish? She's going to toss it over her shoulder without making sure nobody was standing behind her.
Sorry, but not sorry if it happens to hit anybody on the face. Them's the breaks, folks.]
wild card.