Reverie

» WHO? Frank & Kamala
» WHEN? Late at night, sometime this past week.
» WHERE? 6.18 & 6.19
» WHAT? Frank receives a lead about the people who came before them on the station feat. a spooky hologram lady.
» WARNINGS? mentions of murder/bad dreams, general spookiness, loud noises.

Frank wakes bolt upright - 3 AM. Well, isn't that familiar. But there are no visions of splattered gray matter dancing through his head. He doesn't even think he's been asleep long enough for REM, truthfully. He grabs his knife from beneath his pillow, something raising the hair on the back of his neck and down his arms tellingly. Something is here. Is it the same thing that keeps visiting him, leaving things behind in his room? Max seems to sense it too because he stands up at the foot of the bed, barking his fool head off. The cacophony is bound to wake his neighbors, but all that's on Frank's mind is neutralizing the threat, his waking brain animalistic and simple.

The visage of an older woman, maybe a little older than himself, appears wearing a Reverie Terminal jumpsuit - just like that. He's sure he hadn't blinked and yet there she is. His heart's going a mile a minute, kabar held close to his body as he circles in closer to the lady, as if afraid she'll disappear the closer he gets. When she starts to speak, Kamala - Kamala? - flies into the room like her hair's on fire. Briefly distracted by her appearance, his gaze lights on hers. Thankfully, Frank sleeps in his jumpsuit and magboots, always ready to go, so she's not getting an eyeful.

"Do you..." That's all he gets out, waving his knife at the vision of the woman just as she speaks up.

"Be ready to initiate lockdown," she says, voice clear and crisp and body language straight and professional. It's like a looped memory, like the voice they'd heard upon arrival. He swallows, unable to tear his eyes from the woman though he knows she can't see him.