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Jan. 10th, 2014 07:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[Otacon had been within the Campus for over a week or more now and he was becoming increasingly restless. He wanted to find out who or what his captor was and why they brought him here. The intercom system was the only way this woman seemed to communicate with people.
If anyone happens to stumble upon the engineer, he will now be fiddling with some wires that connect to one of the many metal boxes around the Campus. He bites his lower lip, as he aims to try and figure out where the signal is coming from. Next to him will be some very technical equipment that he has somehow managed to make using spare parts found around the place. A mesh of metal wires, dials and buttons made out of junk. Ingenious, right?]
Come on....I have to find what frequency you're on. Whoever you are. We're not....prisoners...and....[He fiddles with a red wire next to a blue one, and then one almighty bang is heard. Smoke dissipates into Otacon's face, as he is blasted back with the force of the electrical explosion. The intercom buzzes then lets out a horrific screeching noise, as if under attack. Uh oh. The engineer quickly diverts all power to his home-made radio system and then the noise thankfully, stops.]
Great...[He sighs. There must have been some kind of security mechanism attached to the intercom. There was no way he could hack into it now. The terminal was damaged and he had a nasty burn to his nose.]
If anyone happens to stumble upon the engineer, he will now be fiddling with some wires that connect to one of the many metal boxes around the Campus. He bites his lower lip, as he aims to try and figure out where the signal is coming from. Next to him will be some very technical equipment that he has somehow managed to make using spare parts found around the place. A mesh of metal wires, dials and buttons made out of junk. Ingenious, right?]
Come on....I have to find what frequency you're on. Whoever you are. We're not....prisoners...and....[He fiddles with a red wire next to a blue one, and then one almighty bang is heard. Smoke dissipates into Otacon's face, as he is blasted back with the force of the electrical explosion. The intercom buzzes then lets out a horrific screeching noise, as if under attack. Uh oh. The engineer quickly diverts all power to his home-made radio system and then the noise thankfully, stops.]
Great...[He sighs. There must have been some kind of security mechanism attached to the intercom. There was no way he could hack into it now. The terminal was damaged and he had a nasty burn to his nose.]