Ghost Signals, Episode 2: Part 1.2
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INT. OFFICE, PERSONAL SECURITY DEPARTMENT- Moments Later
The office of the head of the Personal Security Dept., a sizable tank of a soul in military regalia called GEE_AHM. Her comm rings, and she answers the more "classic" designed device quickly.
GEE_AHM (into the comm) Personal Security Department, this is Lieutenant Gee_Ahm.
Raiven pauses back in the lab upon seeing the faceless voice on the other end. It doesn't take long before regaining her original train of thought.
RAIVEN (to Gee_Ahm) Morn, Gee_Ahm. This is Dr. Raiven O'Ozahl over at the Consortium. I'm looking to set up an appointment to take care of some business.
GEE_AHM 'Kay...let's check out the appointment log.
Ahm turns her attention to a computer screen that emerges psychically from the top center of the desk, along with a 3-D keypad. She then proceeds to start typing; a window containing the office's appointment file pops up a short time later.
The Lieutenant quickly scrolls down the list, skimming it with her eyes as she goes, for a few moments.
GEE_AHM Hmmm...we have an available slot in three datums at 1230.
RAIVEN Really? Isn't there...
She glances up at the digital wall clock nearby, which reads 1005. She then goes back to the comm for her response; her face holding back the jolt of stress and annoyance connected to the time.
RAIVEN (Cont., trying to find a middle ground) Is there something earlier than that available? I'm on a bit of a deadline with the appointment. I need to acquire an S&S order, and essentially- the sooner the better.
GEE_AHM It's an S&S you're looking for? Oh, that actually changes everything. Give me a few segundos, please...
Gee_Ahm clicks at the top of the chart, and selects another option from a drop down menu. The appointments change, given the new option, and we see her quickly glancing at the times that pop up. Though not for a longer period than we saw before.
GEE_AHM (Cont.) You're in fortune, Doctor O'Ozahl. We have a couple of open slots today. One's in about 15 minuyats while the other... (takes a closer look at the screen) Starts at 1420.
RAIVEN (thinking) Hmmm.... (to Boltas) We have anything uber important to deal with rest of the datum?
Boltas glances back toward his boss, holding a glowing metal device in his left hand. There's a moment of thought prior to his answer.
BOLTAS (shakes his head, to Raiven) Nothing that I can't handle on my ownsy.
RAIVEN (turns back to Gee_Ahm) I'll take the one at 1420.
GEE_AHM (smiles) Excellent, see you then! Make sure that you are limber before checking in.
RAIVEN (confused) Limber? What do I have to be limber for--?
The call ends immediately before she can get out the rest of her question. Still locked in this state of confusion, the good Doctor slowly paces to her right for a few beats before turning toward her assistant.
RAIVEN (Cont., to Boltas; seeking an answer to her confusion) You have any clue what she meant by that?
BOLTAS (shrugs) My parentin were greenery merchants back home. Don't think I'm the best well of advice on military stuff.
RAIVEN Right...wallowing in the void- this should be fun.
She looks away a beat later, turning back to the computer briefly.
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INT. PUB TRAWL, OUTSIDE THE CONSORTIUM- Ten Minutes Later
A short time later, Ms. O'Ozahl finding a seat in the middle of the Pub Trawl (aka Bus on Earth). The camera follows her as she sits down near the window; the sound of the automobile ascending from its position on the ground in the background.
She looks out at the window as the Pub Trawl, filled with the other "commoner" and "Middle-Class" of the Capitol, and watches the different landmarks of the planet as it passes by.
WOHMINN (V.O., to Raiven) Is this seat taken, young one?
Raiven's solo train of thought is interrupted by the mystery question. She looks over and notices the person who said it- WOHMINN, a gaseous cloud with floppy beagle-like ears on its side.
We go back to the Doctor who silently shakes her head, reaching out to grab the tablet that was resting on the seat next to her and placing it on her lap.
WOHMINN (as it moves toward the seat) Many gracious thanks...
A few moments later, the gaseous cloud hovers right above the seat it intends to sit down on. A second later, you can see a triangular base descending from the bottom of the cloud to the seat cushion
RAIVEN (fascinated after a pause; to Wohminn) You're from Dginlahs-2, aren't you?
Wohminn nods.