Mohinder Suresh ☤ [Text]

[splice_of_life]

[Smart phones this advanced are not something Mohinder is use to. Luckily, he's a child of the information and technology age and figuring out the more or less intuitive operating system of the device in his hand is not at all difficult. Thumbing along the touch screen, and bypassing the entertainment sections (films and books on a mobile? How remarkable!), Mohinder comes across what looks to be an electronic bulletin or message board. At least, that's the closest approximation he can make for the network. Perhaps it's similar to the listserv his University uses? Either way he has every intention to check into it later, after he leaves this post:]

My name is Mohinder Suresh. I seem to be unable to contact anyone I know using this device, as it it does not seem to be connected to a cellular network. This might sound ridiculous, but could someone tell me where I am?

[Mohinder is not known for making sound life decisions, but he'd rather think he is lost and this really is some sort of odd American hospital than going mad. He hits the send button and glances around again the hallway he's paused in.  Nothing looks like a hospital around here at all. 'Going mad,' unfortunately, seems to be what's happening after all.]

Comments

voice;

[onsilksheets]

Suresh, that's a Hindu name if I am not mistaken?

[Her accent is clearly British and slightly clipped on some words but not very distinguished.]

My name is Bela Talbot. You've been brought onto a ship known as the Tranquility.

[splice_of_life]

[At least this time he's capable of using the voice reply without too much of a wait.]

Yes. Perhaps not as famously popular as Patel. It is Hindi however.

[Of the people he's spoken with, many seem British. That's not a comfort as he had just been in America. ]

I'm having some trouble with believing the spaceship angle, frankly.

[onsilksheets]

Many people do when they first arrive. They don't believe where people tell them where they are but it is the truth.

[She lets her words hang there for a few moments before continuing.]

I have been here for about sixteen months now and others have been here longer. They can verify what I have told you.

[splice_of_life]

It's not that I don't believe you...

[It's more that he wishes he didn't have to.]

But sixteen months... What do you do here?

[onsilksheets]

Keep out of harm's way as much as possible. This place can become quite dangerous on occasion and it isn't always predictable.

When it is quiet, I socialise, do normal things. Whatever keeps me occupied.

[splice_of_life]

I'm sorry-- Harm's way...?

[onsilksheets]

This place...well, it can get dangerous at times. Strange occurrences and the like. Last month, we were under siege from space pirates.

[splice_of_life]

Space... Pirates.

[Forgive his skepticism. It just sounds--]

Bit like a midnight film, isn't it?

[onsilksheets]

Yes. It does sound like that.

[Her tone is light but it doesn't read in her expression.]

But they didn't manage to take over the ship, thankfully.

[splice_of_life]

This is all a bit much...

[He'll need some time to acclimate.]

[onsilksheets]

Give yourself some time. Not everyone is so receptive to information about this place in the beginning. I wasn't.