[ Wh---? Where is she? This... They were in the process of take-off and then? Rhoda sits up and looks around dazedly. There's a group of people around her, also just waking up, but there is no wreckage? Eh? EH?
Calm, Rhoda, calm. You are educated for this.
She stands up, pats some grass of her flight attendant's uniform and clears her throat, nervously smiling. ]
I-if I could ask for your attention, p-please.
[ The stuttering isn't planned in, but Rhoda tries to not pay it any mind. ]
It appears we have found ourselves in a quite unfamiliar situation and-- Excuse me, let me start with an introduction. My name is Rhoda Teneiro, and I am a professional flight attendant. As such, I have been trained to handle cases in which a crash may cause us to get lost in unfamiliar terrain.
I would ask of you to please remain calm. Panicking is the number one enemy i-in emergency situations.
[ She pats her pockets a little more then, smile dropping as she furrows her brows in confusion. Then she looks back up: ]
Now, excuse me for being so direct, but is there any one among you who has a cellphone or a similar communication device on them? A radio would be quite enough. It appears my own has... gotten lost in whatever disaster it was that brought us together here.
Kitchen
... this landlord is very professionally committed to the medieval style, it appears.
[ She murmurs this almost appreciatively, but she is pretty clearly looking for the fridge all the same, as well as checking corners for any power outlets. When she finds the fridge, she smiles in deep relief. ]
Halls before the Bedrooms
[ She's unlocked Room 17 and is peering into it cautiously, weirdly hesitant to enter. ... is she knocking on the open door? Yeah, she is. ]
Wild card
[ Rhoda will explore the whole grounds over the course of the day, run into her anywhere if you want to. ]
no subject
[ Wh---? Where is she? This... They were in the process of take-off and then? Rhoda sits up and looks around dazedly. There's a group of people around her, also just waking up, but there is no wreckage? Eh? EH?
Calm, Rhoda, calm. You are educated for this.
She stands up, pats some grass of her flight attendant's uniform and clears her throat, nervously smiling. ]
I-if I could ask for your attention, p-please.
[ The stuttering isn't planned in, but Rhoda tries to not pay it any mind. ]
It appears we have found ourselves in a quite unfamiliar situation and-- Excuse me, let me start with an introduction. My name is Rhoda Teneiro, and I am a professional flight attendant. As such, I have been trained to handle cases in which a crash may cause us to get lost in unfamiliar terrain.
I would ask of you to please remain calm. Panicking is the number one enemy i-in emergency situations.
[ She pats her pockets a little more then, smile dropping as she furrows her brows in confusion. Then she looks back up: ]
Now, excuse me for being so direct, but is there any one among you who has a cellphone or a similar communication device on them? A radio would be quite enough. It appears my own has... gotten lost in whatever disaster it was that brought us together here.
Kitchen
... this landlord is very professionally committed to the medieval style, it appears.
[ She murmurs this almost appreciatively, but she is pretty clearly looking for the fridge all the same, as well as checking corners for any power outlets. When she finds the fridge, she smiles in deep relief. ]
Halls before the Bedrooms
[ She's unlocked Room 17 and is peering into it cautiously, weirdly hesitant to enter. ... is she knocking on the open door? Yeah, she is. ]
Wild card
[ Rhoda will explore the whole grounds over the course of the day, run into her anywhere if you want to. ]