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Ben has had the lovely misfortune of arriving in the midst of a storm, or, at least, the beginnings of one. He's never had to deal with seasickness before, but between being suddenly transported from walking down a busy Vancouver street to laying flat on a bed that is attempting a meek imitation of a roller coaster, Ben's a bit green at the gills.
And confused as all get out. The audio feed cuts in during one particularly nasty wave, starting with a loud whudda whudda whudda THWAM!! as it connects with the wall opposite of Bennett's bed.]
...um? [
He heard some microphone feedback from that, and scrambles over to pick up the communicator.]
Uh, hello?
Maybe it's just a radio or something... Testing, un, deux, trois?
[
He's... just going to stick his head out into the hallway and peek around. Try and get some landmarks, or, anything.]
How the hell did I get on a boat...? This is wei--[
And the feed cuts out as Ben shoves the communicator in his coat pocket.]
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