||[Aug. 22nd, 2006|08:12 am]
Babylon For Us: A Science Fiction Roleplay
There is a commotion near the airlock and eventually a medium-sized androgynous figure emerges. It turns back to the metal lock in a flurry of fists, feet and floppy brown hair and kicks and pounds the offending device, cursing vehemently. "D*** thing wouldn't cycle to let me out!"
Finally, it turns back to survey the corridor and scratches its head. The banner doesn't help much. "Babylon 4? Where the h***'s that? Obviously, this is a space station, but whose?" The accent is flat and twangy and delivered by an ambiguous light tenor. It is wearing a gray military style uniform, but likely the insignia won't mean much to most people.