[ Jill expects BOWs wherever she turns, but maybe this place is just messy? Be nice to think that but she's noticed blood splatters and bones in preliminary searches nearby. She hasn't gone too far from this room but it has an eerie quality about it, a bad vibe. The cloying feeling of the atmosphere that can only be described as intuition. The name itself a vault and not a bunker... that, too, makes her think there's something serious happening -- has happened? Perhaps on the outside, but vaults could be prisons, too.
That's something she doesn't want to think about. Being trapped. One prison to another, both with some false freedom. Before it was within her own body and here... it was yet to be seen. She's alert for now. Waiting for something bigger. ]
Africa. [ Jill isn't sure if she'd even have heard of it at this point. After all, this place isn't likely on any map and nothing else she's seen has made her believe it's in her own world. What a crazy thought... ] Underwater.
[ Jill repeats in between words, lets her get her say out, whatever it may be. The very idea of that is... it's mythical. But she doesn't doubt this woman is from where she says she is from. ]
That seems possible. I've never heard of Rapture and where I'm from underwater cities are more an idea not a practice, maybe not even possible to sustain. [ It's obviously not her specialty. The hallway seems to stretch to the same room on the opposite end and the one at the turn stretches to a closed door and what looks to be another hallway. At least it's not too open and branching; she can ensure she's on top of things when there aren't more paths. She starts down the next, looking down a hall she hadn't noticed before; the door is open and it appears to have some buckets and mops. ] Looks like janitorial. Should keep going past this.
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That's something she doesn't want to think about. Being trapped. One prison to another, both with some false freedom. Before it was within her own body and here... it was yet to be seen. She's alert for now. Waiting for something bigger. ]
Africa. [ Jill isn't sure if she'd even have heard of it at this point. After all, this place isn't likely on any map and nothing else she's seen has made her believe it's in her own world. What a crazy thought... ] Underwater.
[ Jill repeats in between words, lets her get her say out, whatever it may be. The very idea of that is... it's mythical. But she doesn't doubt this woman is from where she says she is from. ]
That seems possible. I've never heard of Rapture and where I'm from underwater cities are more an idea not a practice, maybe not even possible to sustain. [ It's obviously not her specialty. The hallway seems to stretch to the same room on the opposite end and the one at the turn stretches to a closed door and what looks to be another hallway. At least it's not too open and branching; she can ensure she's on top of things when there aren't more paths. She starts down the next, looking down a hall she hadn't noticed before; the door is open and it appears to have some buckets and mops. ] Looks like janitorial. Should keep going past this.