[It has been a few days.

More than a few, as a matter of fact, but they may have well been weeks for all the notice that Snape has taken of the passing time. Following the directions provided, he'd found his assigned quarters and directly stretched out on the bed after only a cursory glance around; still too disoriented and weak to do more than note in passing the continued absence of anything resembling a fiery abyss. Not that that was in any way disappointing.

Perhaps—this isn't Hell after all, as it is so peaceful—or at least it would be, if not for that infernal communications machine; its occasional bursts of insipid drivel managing to penetrate his semi-consciousness. Gradual stages of awareness begin with passive toleration, moving on to eyeing it with open disgust, eventually progressing to reaching out a finger and stabbing at it randomly in a futile attempt to turn the bloody thing off. Unsuccessful in that endeavor, he musters up the energy to swing his legs over the side of the bed and sit up with a snarl, taking it in hand with the possible intention of hurling it against the wall in a fit of rage if he doesn't achieve some mastery over it in very short order, as it continues to spew out (mostly) inane chatter.

After about the twentieth (thirtieth? Fiftieth?) mention of gargantuan crew-less spaceships, alien abductors and the apparent destruction of Earth, he's beginning to feel a certain amount of disquietude, to say the least. Perhaps those people in the 'arrival' room weren't quite as barking mad as previously supposed. Unless they all were.

Coherent enough by this point to manage basic navigation of the contraption (muggle technology has never been much of an interest of his, but it's not a complete mystery), he spends some time scanning through some of the more comprehensive texts with growing consternation, grudgingly coming to accept the realization that he is in fact, still alive (his increasing hunger can attest to that in the absence of any other criteria). Alive in outer space.

A while later and without preamble:] Presumably people are listening, as it has been my misfortune pleasure to be a party to quite a few of your own communications. After sifting through the morass of extraneous non-information available via this device, it has not been difficult to reach the obvious conclusion that no one has a clue as to what may or mayn't be happening here. In the dearth of any solid answers, are there any amongst you who have a theory of some sort? Extra points for it not being completely ludicrous.

[ Aberdeen knows she's not the kind of person who people will notice is gone if something is ever to happen to her. It's a symptom of being something of a recluse and of living her life behind her laptop, tucked away and listening and watching to the other people around her. Which means that something like an automatic distress beacon is necessary, given her line of work as an operative. Every hour on the hour, she deactivates it, only for it to reactivate automatically. If something happens to her, if she doesn't switch the program off, it alerts important parties of her seeming disappearance. While on the Tranquility that is the Network at large.

Which why her communications device posts right now: ]


A L E R T _

communications device_designation.aberdeen
status_currently.inactive
time elapsed since last access_02.45hr

action required_locate
note_additional assistance most likely required.


[ ooc note; This is basically an open post for people to get their communications on in relation to this event. SO PLEASE FEEL FREE TO RESPOND to this post but mostly to each other since Aberdeen isn't going to be saying much of anything. Aberdeen, in search of her cat who scurried away and out of her quarters, managed to get hit and fed off of by Todd, and so is lying somewhere — inert and passed out and very much chest-wounded in one of the distant and unused common rooms. Go searching, track her communicator, whatevs.  Somebody please feel free to find her and bring her to the Medbay!

Any questions about Aberdeen specifically, feel free to plurk be about it. ]