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.))

Comments

Noble Five

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

[Lions are the least of his worries, but he gives a quick 'heh'.]

Sure, Spartan. I'll take you up on that.

LCpl Dante

[noble5.livejournal.com]

[They should when this particular lion is Jorge. The SPARTAN is well-known for being a good poker player, after all. And this extends to all bets.

He doesn't like losing]

Then we have a bet. What're the stakes?

Noble Five

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Rookie has no intentions of winning this game. If it means more UNSC get to stick around, he's happy to lose it.

But the question does prove to stump him a little, taking a moment to think.]

... Five caisos?

LCpl Dante

[noble5.livejournal.com]

Caisos?

Noble Five

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

That's what the currency here is called. [Pause.] And you can't wish for it, as far as I know.

[And he has no idea what else to bet on, so.]

LCpl Dante

[noble5.livejournal.com]

You're on.

Now I just gotta find some of those Caisos...

Noble Five

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

Shouldn't be so hard, sir. You have plenty of time.

LCpl Dante

[noble5.livejournal.com]

Suppose so.