1st Resurrection. Voice.

[crossestheline]

You know, there are easier ways to get a guy's attention. I know I'm not the easiest guy to get a hold of, but you could try the old fashioned way, and put something up on the sky. Leave a message on a wall, or anything that doesn't include zapping me into space.

Don't get me wrong. I appreciate you saving my ass and all, but I don't do the whole "space travel" thing any more. Though something tells me you're not going to take "no" for an answer, are you?

[Spam.]

[Jason blathers away into the device he discovered, hoping it grabs the attention of whoever is responsible for him being here. Maybe it will distract them and keep them from collecting him right away. In the meantime, he's making his way through the different floors of the Barge, trying to gather anything he can turn into a weapon and gain some information on his current whereabouts.]

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[Private; voice]

[peektuttut]

[That laugh? That laugh is short and condescending. And it's all Tim's giving.]

[Private; voice]

[crossestheline]

Where are you? [The smugness in his voice gives way to something more sinister.]

[Private; voice]

[peektuttut]

So now you have a question.

[Private; voice]

[crossestheline]

I've got more than a question for you.

[Private; voice]

[peektuttut]

Of course you do.

And until I get an answer, you won't get anything.

[Private; voice]

[crossestheline]

What? You think you can hide from me? If you don't want to come out, then I'll just have to find a way to draw you out.

[Private; voice]

[peektuttut]

Grow up. I'm not playing a game with you. And I don't need to hide. My cabin is 1-18. Feel free to try and break the door down.

[He knows what info is available on the network, and he knows that anyone asking could find that out. Offering readily available information doesn't hurt him at all.]

[Private; voice]

[crossestheline]

You'll be seeing me soon enough. [If he had his weapons on him, he'd be there in a heartbeat. As pissed off as he is, it's not enough to send him after Tim in his home territory without any weapons.]

[Private; voice]

[peektuttut]

[Which Tim was banking on, frankly. You can almost hear the dry smile in his voice.]

I know. It's a small ship.

[Private; voice]

[crossestheline]

[Jason mutters something vulgar and vile before disconnecting his feed.]