[ The voice doesn't seem to be coming from any one specific place -- in the otherwise complete silence, it doesn't sound any louder or clearer no matter how she angles her head. She keeps looking at the blob because there's nothing else to focus her attention on, but she doesn't think that's what's talking. If it were the blob, wouldn't it have spoken before now? Can't it see her?
No, she doesn't think it's the blob. ]
I don't -- I don't know where I am. [ She answers honestly, her voice carrying the frustration, the desperation of being lost. ] It's like, a desert with a pink sky, and a thing in the sky that hums.
[ Honestly, she wants to just scream wordlessly. She doesn't know what to say, can't even describe the only other living thing here. It looks like a jellyfish fucked a wad of old gum and had a baby, except enormous and it won't shut up. ]
no subject
No, she doesn't think it's the blob. ]
I don't -- I don't know where I am. [ She answers honestly, her voice carrying the frustration, the desperation of being lost. ] It's like, a desert with a pink sky, and a thing in the sky that hums.
[ Honestly, she wants to just scream wordlessly. She doesn't know what to say, can't even describe the only other living thing here. It looks like a jellyfish fucked a wad of old gum and had a baby, except enormous and it won't shut up. ]
Where are you?