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Seeing access to the outdoors, Spike took advantage of this and whilst Ryuu was distracted seeking the fox, he stepped out of following directly behind her and into the open air, standing upon the wooden decking taking in the view. After a moment it became clear he would have a few moments to spare, particularly since she was kind enough to offer a tour, he had no issue with waiting whilst she was seeking the woodland animal in question. His first thought was to the box of cigarettes in his pocket, reaching for it however he hesitated. Spike was potentially in dire straits without any money and in a location where it was hard to come by quickly and he was already due to owe more, however, there was another possible option. Instead reaching inside his jacket, he retrieved a small emergency communicator; assuming he was lucky enough to be in range and it still worked, his troubles could be over. Smirking at his incompetence for not considering this earlier, he flicked the switch on the side of the device, earning himself a beep, followed by a series of smaller rapid bleeps. Yawning, Spike rubbed one of his eyes as a static-clouded voice emerged from the device, he responded almost immediately.
“Hellooooo?”
“Ed! I can’t believe this worked! This is very important, get Jet for me, would you?”
“Spiiiiike-persoooooon! Spikey-Spike!”
“Not now Ed! Get Jet!”
“Getting Jet! Oo-la-la! Ein says woof woof!”
Spike rolled his eyes impatiently, it would have to be the most eccentric of the crew to answer; glaring at the communicator in irritation he could only hope she actually did as he asked, the gruff voice that shortly emerged made it clear she had.
“What is it Spike? You have been missing for a week and you still owe me money; you had better be on your way back.”
“Well no, I got sidetracked and the Swordfish ran out of fuel. I’m stranded here; could you send me a small cash transfer? Jet?...Jet?”
“Forget it.”
The line went dead and Spike was left with an utterly defeated expression on his face, sinking down onto the wooden decking he sat swinging his legs over the edge as he dropped the communicator.
“Well, I’m screwed.”
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OOC: Hold me back? Not a chance, I’m too laid back and saddled with an intermittent internet connection for that. Lol. I have lurked enough to spin some random entertainment into my post and tweak it just now so I can slip away for the meantime, no problem.
I will leave my post here and resume tomorrow when all are back again if that is alright, it is pretty late on my end anyway so I am going to turn in too; this has been fun, catch you guys later!