He pauses, glancing at the monitor in question. For a moment, in the darkness that was his helmet there was also a red glare - possibly, his eyes - in similarity to the one seen in the monitor moments before. Nothing else was showing on the screen, but Nils seem to stare at there, maybe a moment too long. “I’m sure it’s nothing - if there is something down there, I don’t think it’s going anywhere fast, anyways.”
Again, he turns to the radio, but quietly curses, realizing the signal isn’t receiving. The radios are fine - but the towers must be down.
"I think we should get weapons of some kind, just in case." She says, clearly nervous. The entire situation has her on edge but seeing that thing on the monitor makes her a million times worse. "You must think I'm being dramatic but please just humor me." Even with a weapon she wouldn't do too well in a fight. She's in shape but she's small and doesn't have any training. Patching up wounds? Sure. Fighting? Nope.
Her eyes flicker over to the radio. The good news is that they appear to work. The bad news is that there's no signal. Another bad thing happened just like she guessed.
Nils agreed. “We’ll get some weapons. There’s a closet in this room - not really a closet. It’s more of a storage room, I think it’s got a few in there.” He sighs.
He begins to search in some of the drawers for portable radios. If they could find a stable connection of some sorts and contact Earth again, those would come in useful. There’s also the addition they’d need something to carry their supplies in. They probably wouldn’t have that much to carry, but bags were always useful.
They’d be able to find those in the storage room as well.
Vivian breathes a sigh of relief, glad that they're on the same page. She steps back to give him some space to look for whatever it is he's looking for. Unzipping the back that she had taken from the infirmary, she checks on what she has. Medical supplies, food, water bottles, and the stun gun. It's really not much. She zips the bag back up and starts to look around for the storage closet. She's shot a gun maybe three times before I'm her life so she's not sure how much help it'll actually be. Having it around will make her feel safer though.
(There is a horrible storm coming to my area in the next few days so my internet may be knocked out. If I'm unable to get on for a few days, I'm very sorry.)
((That’s understandable))
“It looks like the radio towers outside are down or something. There might be a stable connection somewhere else, though.” Nils stood back up, walking around the Transmission Room. He didn’t want to be missing anything in here either, just in case.
(Thanks!)
"We don't have to leave the bunker, do we?" Vivian asks, not wanting to leave what she assumes is a safe zone. Especially not since she saw whatever that thing was. Leaving just seems like it would be a really dumb thing to do. "Where could we get a connection?"
“Outside, by the colonies.” Nils could only remember that. He was never taught about any other connections, besides the ones he was told about. For all he knew, there could be another connection somewhere in the bunker. “Otherwise, I don’t know where else.”
This was a complicated choice. Nils walked around again, as if pacing.
"Colonies? What colonies?" Vivian asks, confused. It's as though Nils keeps forgetting that she has literally no knowledge about this place. A map would be very helpful but she's no sure where she would even go about looking for one or if there even is one.
"Nils, please just talk me through what you're thinking."
“The colonies, some distance from here. I believe they’re south of here as well. Not far, either. I don’t think they were affected by the earthquake, but they may have been evacuated, which might mean they have a stable signal of some sorts.” Nils drifted off into his own mind for a moment.
“The colonies were established here to provide homes for the people who work here to harvest the resources. I don’t know, I only visited the colonies for transporting stuff. Don’t remember too much.” Nils then proceeded to explain a little about the colonies themselves. “It was mostly just mining operations that went on.” Which..might have been a possible cause of the earthquake that hit the bunker.
Vivian listens intently, storing all of this information away. It's nice to be able to know a little more about the place that she's stuck at. "How would we get there? Is it still safe?" She takes up pacing around the room as she thinks. The amount of unknown information is still staggering but this is a good start.
Turning, she approaches on of the computers and begins to test out different things, trying to get a feel for the equipment. It's fairly easy to use, thankfully.
“Originally, I was thinking I could get there in a Dominator, but in my current state, I don’t think I can even pilot one. And I don’t know how they’re doing after the earthquake either.” Nils explained, before explaining what he meant by a Dominator. “They’re kind of like mech suits. Like not suits as in fancy, or anything like that. If you remember how I said I was a pilot, that’s what I meant by piloting. But considering our luck, they’re probably not unaffected by the earthquake.”
He then thinks. “I believe there are some vehicles, though. Ground ones, and I don’t know how trustworthy they are. But they should be able to get us to the colonies. Of course, we could always walk there as well.” Nils didn’t know how to describe how he felt right now. On one hand, he was glad that he was able to slowly remember all this information..on another, he had no clue what he was.
And that thing, Nils remembered. He had a guess, but.. No, it can’t be. They shut that thing down months ago. For now, he decided to reserve his thoughts and stay silent.
"A Dominator? I don't know what that is." Vivian shifts around uncomfortably. To her relief, all of this is explained just a few moments later. She studies the suit that he's wearing. It appears to be what he's describing. What she's not sure about is why he's still wearing it. Surely it must be hot to have all of that gear on. And walking couldn't be easy. She's tempted to ask but she figures that she's asked more than her fair share of questions already. It's not like him wearing a suit is important to their current goal.
She nods her head. "I'd rather not walk. If the vehicles work then could we try that out? If they don't work……I guess we could walk." Walking around with that red creature thing around doesn't seem like the best idea. She still doesn't trust that it's safe, even with Nils with her. It looks like he can take care of himself so that makes her feel a little better. The stun gun is also nice to have.
The look on his face has her concerned. "What is it?"
((He’s not wearing a Dominator suit, this is something different))
“That sounds like our best bet, then.” He nodded.
Nils glances back again. “I just.. I guess I thought I knew what was down there, but it wouldn’t make sense, now that I think about it. But then again, the computer thinks I’m dead. And here I am..” he trails off, looking at the screen that was in the lower parts of the bunker again.
(Oh, sorry!)
She listens quietly as he talks, nodding her head.
"Something about this situation is very wrong." And she's not just talking about the fact that she was on Earth just yesterday. Everything is just all screwed up and clearly neither of them know why. "Let's just try to get into contact with someone, okay? We're bound to get some answers from someone."
“Okay, that sounds good.” Nils had to calm himself for a moment. He was feeling a bit stressed, maybe - but he knew that wouldn’t be good for this situation. “The vehicles are in the garage, I believe. It’s a big garage, but it’s outside. If you need any more supplies, now is the time to ask. Or any questions.” Nils has this odd feeling, like a headache. He ignores it for now and finds a bag of his own, a black empty one which he puts the portable radios in.
"I think I have everything that I think I need." Weapons? Check. Food? Check. Medical supplies? Check. That should be everything needed for this situation. "Are you ready to go?" She asks quietly, feeling rather antsy. There are just so many things that can go wrong. She's afraid that if they don't go now she'll have too much time to overthink it and chicken out. She just needs to keep reminding herself that everything will be fine and that leaving the bunker is necessary.
“Yes.” His answer was short and simple. Mostly because of that headache he had - but it wasn’t a normal one. He didn’t know how to describe it, but it wasn’t that bad. Nils just assumed for now it was an effect of not going outside in some time.
“The stairs are just down the hallway from here,” Nils spoke. “We go up, then we make our way to the entrance.”
She nods her head slightly. They may as well get this over with. She checks her bag one more time before securing it on her shoulder. Sighing quietly, she briefly closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Her eyes open again and she feels a little better than before.
With a nervous smile, Vivian exits the room and heads towards the stairs. Hopefully being out of the bunker will make things feel more normal.
((Sorry for slow responses, school’s started and I’ve been tired.))
Nils spares one last glance at the screen, still thinking about his status. There was a girl once before whose heart had stopped and the screen told them she was dead, but they got it back working and the screen didn’t update. They ended up having to go and update it manually. But so many things didn’t add up here.
He followed her out into the hall before trying to start up some conversation. “So you were from Earth, then? What was it like..?” It was definitely a random question he’d attempted to grasp from his mind.
(It's all good!)
Vivian glances over her shoulder to look at him. "It's different depending on where you live. I live in New York City. It's really crowded and busy and loud but I love it. I own a little bakery called Tiers of Joy. The large number of people keeps my business afloat so I can't complain. There are a few places where there are a lot less people but I haven't left New York in awhile."
"Where are you from, Neils?" She asks, curious. Since he asked about life on Earth she has to assume that he's not from there. That just makes her all the more curious to learn about him.
“Me..” Nils thought, for a moment. “I’m from Norway. I was in one of the more secluded places, not a very big city, growing up. It was more of a large town, but low population. I went to Belarus for a job. I stayed there for a few months then I believe as part of that job I left Earth to work on a space station for a very long time. Every now and then I went back down to Earth of course, but eventually one thing led to another and I ended up here for my new job.” He paused. “I’ve heard New York is a nice place. I’ve been to a few big cities, but never there. I don’t think I’ve visited the States either, though.”
“Sorry if my wording was weird. I haven’t been on or heard from Earth in some time.” He added, looking ahead.
"Norway?" Vivian blinks. She never would have guessed that. "I've heard that it's very beautiful there." The closest she's been to Norway was when she saw a postcard and some pictures online. "New York is nice if you don't mind a crowd but there are some less than nice people there as well. That's true for every place though, I suppose." She went to Chicago for a weekend one year and had a wonderful time despite many people complaining about the unfriendly environment. "How long have you lived here?"
"Oh, it's perfectly fine." She shakes her head lightly. It's not as though she's going to complain about the way she talks when she can understand him.
“It’s a nice place,” Nils spoke, in regards to Norway, though he hadn’t been there in a while. “Up here? I’m 28, so..” he drifted off, thinking.
“I was at the space station for at least 7 years, but I’ve been here for around 2-3 now. I’ve been here a while.” Nils admitted.
Vivian nods her head slightly. It's a long time to be on another planet. She doesn't know how anyhow can handle such a thing. She's been here for less than a day and she already wants to go home.
"What did you decide to come here?" She asks, wondering why anyone would volunteer to leave Earth. "And what was your mission?"
