[Zam is more than used to the Ingress throwing them for a loop. It’s brought through giant robots, homicidal children, and dead men walking, but it usually at least has the courtesy to bring someone on arrival days. This time, however, it spits out what seems to be a chunk of scenery. Zam quirks an eyebrow above her veil as she takes in the scattered rubble. She knows the Ingress can bring in non-living things -- like saberdarts and veils, for example -- but this still seems… excessive.
She’s about to ping another one of the Ingress staff asking what she’s even supposed to do in this situation, but before she can complete the message, a muffled groan issues from the pile of debris. Zam lowers her MID, staring at the rubble in surprise. Is someone actually alive under all of that?
She can’t reply to the question posed by whoever’s currently speaking, so instead she acts. Cautiously, she walks over to the rubble and begins moving the stones out of the way. At first, she’s wary of bringing further damage to what she assumes must be a still-living body somewhere at the bottom of the pile. But as she pushes more debris out of the way to reveal only more of the room’s floor, it quickly becomes clear that she isn’t going to find anything of the sort. She’s actually considering checking the skeletons to see if either of them are the inexplicably living type when a glint of metal beneath the stone catches her attention. She turns back to the rubble and reaches forward to push the offending pieces out of the way, wondering it she's about to uncover some kind of ancient droid when--
No. No karking way. Zam stares at the severed head, feeling, not for the first time, that this place is playing some kind of cosmic prank on her. And then, because she’s still not completely sure if it was actually the head that had spoken and she’s not going to waste time typing out a message for something that may be dead anyway, she reaches forward with both hands so they’re right in front of its face -- and then loudly brings them together, watching to see if the head has any reaction.
Yeah, enjoy having a veiled stranger clap in your face, Vengarl.]
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She’s about to ping another one of the Ingress staff asking what she’s even supposed to do in this situation, but before she can complete the message, a muffled groan issues from the pile of debris. Zam lowers her MID, staring at the rubble in surprise. Is someone actually alive under all of that?
She can’t reply to the question posed by whoever’s currently speaking, so instead she acts. Cautiously, she walks over to the rubble and begins moving the stones out of the way. At first, she’s wary of bringing further damage to what she assumes must be a still-living body somewhere at the bottom of the pile. But as she pushes more debris out of the way to reveal only more of the room’s floor, it quickly becomes clear that she isn’t going to find anything of the sort. She’s actually considering checking the skeletons to see if either of them are the inexplicably living type when a glint of metal beneath the stone catches her attention. She turns back to the rubble and reaches forward to push the offending pieces out of the way, wondering it she's about to uncover some kind of ancient droid when--
No. No karking way. Zam stares at the severed head, feeling, not for the first time, that this place is playing some kind of cosmic prank on her. And then, because she’s still not completely sure if it was actually the head that had spoken and she’s not going to waste time typing out a message for something that may be dead anyway, she reaches forward with both hands so they’re right in front of its face -- and then loudly brings them together, watching to see if the head has any reaction.
Yeah, enjoy having a veiled stranger clap in your face, Vengarl.]