L-01 [audio]

[plasmabeam.livejournal.com]

Wasted time is not a luxury I can afford.

[Though she's been, as far as she can tell, left stranded on an unfamiliar planet, Samus speaks calmly, her voice carrying the same kind of resolve that has seen her through each of her missions.]

If anybody can truly listen to this broadcast... My name is Samus Aran and I am hereby requesting information on my current location. I’ve read the scrolls, but have little interest in what they have to say. [And the felines didn’t know any of the answers to her questions.

Protected? Her? The idea is nothing short of ridiculous. Insulting, even.]

Ideally, I would prefer to be told of the planet’s name and coordinates, but most importantly: the fate of my ship, and how to return to it.

[She can make due with at least that much. Simple as it would be, there was still a report to make to the Galactic Federation. The Metroids and Mother Brain were no more, exterminated by her hands. And the baby... It too had perished...]

Any assistance and information that can be given would be appreciated.

[Ideally...

Now if only she could shake away the feeling that getting out of this mess wasn't going to be easy. Then again, when was it ever?

By her standards, these surroundings were nothing less than archaic.

Did ships even exist on this planet?]

Comments

[fionna-time.livejournal.com]

You might wanna read the scrolls.

It'll explain why none of us would know where your stuff is.

Also, its helpful.

[plasmabeam.livejournal.com]

I already read them, though I'm not particularly willing to believe their contents just yet.

Which is what brought to making this broadcast.

[fionna-time.livejournal.com]

Oh. So you were hopin' they weren't true then.

You and me and everybody else.

[plasmabeam.livejournal.com]

Are you really going to tell me that what I read moments ago is entirely accurate?

[fionna-time.livejournal.com]

No lyin, and I just got here too. I didn't have my own clothes, my best friend of my backpack. You have to go find that stuff.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

We don't really have any coordinates. Technically, I don't think this is a planet. Um, it's called the Gardens, though. Kind of a boring name, but I guess it works.

I'm also afraid you prolly won't be getting back to your ship anytime soon. We've all been... kind of kidnapped.

[plasmabeam.livejournal.com]

The Gardens... Functional, if nothing else.

How was I kidnapped? I don't remember anything.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Um... magic? [shrug] That seems to be the standard explanation for everything here. It's really annoying that way.

[plasmabeam.livejournal.com]

Magic.

You're right, it is annoying.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Hang on, I'll send you the info I've gathered about the place... it's a bit more in-depth than those scrolls.

[She works with something offscreen for a moment, then the Vine sends out its text adapter with several pages of typing (http://notvitiligo.livejournal.com/2099.html) on it.]

[nekomikoreimu.livejournal.com]

*Reimu just... raises an eyebrow.*

I have no idea what planet we are on. I assume it is not earth though.

[plasmabeam.livejournal.com]

That much was obvious.

[nekomikoreimu.livejournal.com]

From what I can tell this is some sort of closed off reality, maybe due to a barrier of some sort. How things can enter but not leave as easily reminds me of the Hakurei Barrier in Gensokyo.

[plasmabeam.livejournal.com]

Barriers can be broken.

[nekomikoreimu.livejournal.com]

Not this one, same as the Hakurei Barrier. Made way to strongly. I am a master of barrier, so I'm not saying this lightly.

[heretolookhot.livejournal.com]

Yeah, nobody knows.

But you're not wasting any time, if you ever go back, you'll get there at the same time you left.

[plasmabeam.livejournal.com]

Time will remain frozen while I remain here? How do you know this?

[heretolookhot.livejournal.com]

I went back. The Queen brought me here again a few days ago, but I was here before for almost a year.

[plasmabeam.livejournal.com]

Did you remember anything about your time here when you left?

[heretolookhot.livejournal.com]

It felt like a dream, but I remember.

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

Don't have a name for the planet, and for all I know the coordinates don't even exist in standard space.

Your ship's probably gone for now though - big stuff like that isn't easy to get here.

[plasmabeam.livejournal.com]

So much for an easy way out.

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

Nope. We've got people here who can fly around and punch lasers, and we still haven't figured out a way past the barrier around this place.

[plasmabeam.livejournal.com]

Looks like I'll have to make an attempt of my own.

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

This sort of thing isn't my specialty, but if you need any help, just ask. Especially if it's a fight.