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Somewhere in Spaaaaaaaaace
The others noticed Stark's absence eventually and commed him, notes of concern in their voices. He assured them he was fine and that he was being careful to not be anywhere he might easily be spirited away and placed in another box or cell and that he would be back soon, sooner if they needed him. He didn't think they would need him, but you never knew. Then he hung up, promising to contact them again within the next few solar days to assure them of his continuing ability to remain un-captive.
A little while later, bored with staring at the maps he'd purchased on the commerce planet earlier, he turned his attention back to the comms. He'd continued his fiddling with the comms, hoping to improve on the adjustments he'd made that had allowed him to call his friends from the island before. It had worked once, he reasoned as he tried to make his own calls, why not again?
[For my own nefarious purposes time's going more slowly out there in spaaaaaaaaace, because I don't feel like PK War-ing it up yet but don't want to drag out the timeline too much. Also, want a phone call from an emo alien? Have at it! He would loooove to talk to you.]
A little while later, bored with staring at the maps he'd purchased on the commerce planet earlier, he turned his attention back to the comms. He'd continued his fiddling with the comms, hoping to improve on the adjustments he'd made that had allowed him to call his friends from the island before. It had worked once, he reasoned as he tried to make his own calls, why not again?
[For my own nefarious purposes time's going more slowly out there in spaaaaaaaaace, because I don't feel like PK War-ing it up yet but don't want to drag out the timeline too much. Also, want a phone call from an emo alien? Have at it! He would loooove to talk to you.]