Subject 0018 (futuristic/sci-fi/kinda fantasy-ish) - ONE PERSON NEEDED

((Anyone else online?))

Armais frowned and sat in the corner of her room, trying to stop herself shaking. She sighed and decided to stretch her back out

((idk what to do.))

((L!))

(( @abrocadabruh !))

((Hey dude you're literally sitting right next to me can you reply?))

((Kreeeee! I’m here but someone will have to wake up rey, he’s probably in his office drunk and hungry.))

((Maybe Cressida can make noise and be annoying and wake him up?))

((Doesn’t bother me

((Alright.))

Cressida stood up and walked over to the door of her cell. She kicked at the hinges of the door.

The door didn't budge. She kicked it again.

Jonathan stood up, a scowl on his face. He banged once on the door. "Stop doing that." He hissed.

Cressida smirks. "Or what?"

((Dig dick energy

((L! WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE!))

((Hecc

(snickers in the background)

((The only appropriate way of censoring yourself.))

((You spelt snickers wrong mate.

((Bloody hell, my keyboard is playing up

((You spelt snickers wrong mate.

(("Mate". So Australian.))

(You guys Aussie too?)

((yup.))

(I haven’t met many fellow Aussies on here)

((idk what to do.))

(Me neither)

(I haven’t met many fellow Aussies on here)

((Yeah me either))

(I know a few but not too many)

((Same.

Any ideas on how to continue the story?))