Return To Sender

[Alexander Ludovico]

*I make a valiant attempt to put up with the shirt, but being the posession of a killjoy, it's rather... pungent.* I don't suppose you'd trust me to just keep my eyes closed? Ah, never mind. I wouldn't either, if I were you. *I compromise by pulling it up so it's not covering my mouth or nose, but still prevents me from seeing. Leaning back in my seat, I cross my legs and make myself comfortable.*

So who do I have the pleasure of sharing this fine vehicle with? And please feel free to mind me all you'd like. *I grin*

[Volume Virus]

Oh. I'm sorry. I forgot we don't exactly reek of roses and lavender out here. *I remove the shirt, a bit embarrassed. I never really think about how gross we are out in the Zones. I guess I mostly got used to having greasy hair and a smelly aura.* Um...just give me a moment. *I rummage around my backpack until I manage to find my bandanna. It smells clean (or at least not horrible) and I don't think I used it to block poisonous gas from my mouth, so I tie it over Vico's eyes. We're not out of Zone One yet, so I guess our direction isn't very incriminating. I hope the car's driver has the sense to take a route other than the simple, straight-home one.* You can call the girl Sonata and the man Doctor.

[doctorwhen]

*i turn my head to face the back* hello there! *i say in my cheerful voice*

[Alexander Ludovico]

"Doctor" is a rather odd name for a killjoy, don't you think? Are you a medic? *I've heard about several Zone medics during my time in this city and in others, excluding the basic medical know-how that most killjoys have acquired. Riley encountered a particularly well-stocked one during a raid in Oregon; a twin, I believe, with the equivalent of a clinic-on-wheels. I've always wondered how they get their supplies. There are few functioning hospitals outside the walled cities, and anything else they scavenge must be several years past its expiration by now. Maybe that's why mortality rates are so high; even with a skilled medic, there's only so much you can do with expired medication and sanitation wipes.*

[Volume Virus]

Actually, I'm the school nurse, if you will. His name is based off a prewar TV show, Doctor Who. But he probably wanted to tell you that...sorry. *I smile sheepishly at the Doctor, but his eyes are on the road again.* We just shorten the names. The long ones are a bit cumbersome. Anyway, we can't very well call him "When", that would be all kinds of confusing.

[Stained Sonata]

*I turned around to face the two of them, a bit awkward to speak.* I'm Stained Sonata. And who's this..? *I looked over to Vol questioningly.*

[Volume Virus]

His name's Vico. He's cool. Well...technically he's BLI, but he didn't murder me when his unit found me, so I guess that means he's cool. And I have a plan, so don't question my methods. He's here for a reason. *And now I need to shut my mouth. I also need to stop making introductions that other people can make themselves.* Erm...sorry again. I'll stop rambling now.

[doctorwhen]

*i pull up in front of the "school" and turn around* here we are guys! we're home...ish

[Volume Virus]

*I want to cheer, but don't because that would be silly. I pull the bandanna off of Vico's eyes and put it back in my bag.* Okay, here we are! Everyone inside before Igor decides to eat our guest.

((Transfer to "If This Is The Frontline, page 167.))