Mission 001 [Dictated]

[noble5.livejournal.com]

[There's a clunking sound over the journals, one attributed to someone wearing some heavy-duty armour picking themselves up from the ground.

This time, it belongs to one Chief Warrant Officer Jorge-052, waking up in his room in the castle...

And wondering how the hell he got there.]

... Ugh. Where the hell am I?

[A pause, and then the following filters out]

This is Noble Five, calling on all UNSC frequencies. Requesting pickup. Current location... [He looks around] Unknown. Looks to be... [Another pause] Some sort of fancy hotel room. Repeat, requesting pickup, over.

[His journal is open nearby, and any UNSC personnel who happen to have their radios on will hear the transmission.]

((OOC: Open to all. Be ready to have one confused Supersoldier.))

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[noble5.livejournal.com]

[The talking book makes him jump, as he thinks someone else is in the room with him.

Hell? Yeah, that'd make sense.]

Someone there?

[He wasn't detecting any other life signs, any weird signals. Maybe his HUD was broken? Either way, there's the sound of clanking armour as he looks around, tensed up.]

[thetrudger.livejournal.com]

The journal, my friend! It is some sort of magical communication device we use to talk to each other in this castle.

[noble5.livejournal.com]

Magic?

[What the hell? He does notice a book on his bedside table, and there's the sound of more light metal clanking as the SPARTAN walks towards it]

There's gotta be some sort of transceiver in this thing.

[Nope. Not believing that it's magic.]