The Mind Control Express

HOW'S MY DRIVING?!

Any feedback on my characterization of Andy Gallagher can go here. Don't hesitate to tell me- I really do want to hear it. All I ask is that you stay civil, and offer examples and/or solutions, rather then just voice the problem and do nothing to help.

I can't do anything about any problems if I don't know what's wrong first!

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So how many of us are here? Right now? First there were the whole bunch of us back at that building, and they just keep... coming. I'm seriously about to start considering an invisible black hole sucking us in. Like we're some kinda all you can eat dino-buffet.

Oh, uh-- while I'm here, which of you were those doctors? The slave and the one with the leg problem. [Long pause.] And did anyone bring a change of clothes, or did I get screwed over somehow?

[Another pause, some tapping as he plays with the button, debating whether or not to add to that, and then the recording ends.]

[Action: Elizabeth | open to Kira]

[Andy's been keeping a wide-eyed watch on the bunker doors ever since the freaked out radio broadcasts started, just behind a thick bush a few feet away from Kira and Elizabeth (assuming that's cool with you two? D:). After this, he looks over his shoulder and waves to Elizabeth in an attempt to catch her attention.]

Apparently we're insane enough to walk right at them. Some grand-- flush out the raptors-- I don't even know what. Did he give you a smoke bomb yet?

And look, if you wanna sit this out? I totally think I should be too-- [Short pause.] ...don't blame you.

[Radio (accidental, muttered to himself)]

We don't even know how many people are in there. Or how many--how many of them are. There's gotta be some sort of trick, or... [...yeah, he has no idea. Everyone's just crazy.]

Ohmy... [Over the static, you can hear footsteps, followed by the rustling of foliage--

He speaks in a hushed whisper (quiet shouting? it's possible, believe it), trying to be heard by those over the radio without attracting the attention of something else.]

Guys--guys! I think we have a problem!

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