ooc: huehuehue but also for real this is a test

Spaceships, but it's the pit stop event, deal
This time might have been the one. She hasn't been here before.
The floor looked like it should have been colder. It definitely treated Andy that way. She slowly pushed herself up, trying to feel her way into recognition, but it wasn't coming. It was hot in here, in this--boat? Aircraft? Whatever it was, it was sealed, no draft, no obvious escape, and no movement on the air that told her anyone was nearby.

Whoever put her here was stupid enough to leave the axe. On her feet, still listening and careful not to make any noise, she worked it incrementally from her back then let the head thud onto the floor, sending the vibration through the hull. Still nothing. Except--

The door disengaged and slid open, followed immediately by the whistling sing of metal in the air as the blade of the axe sliced and lodged into the bulkhead.


Can you hear me now?
[She can manage a text, eventually. Wait for her to type, okay? And figure out how to open the message. The old kind was easier.]

One of us is going to die.