paradisa | (no subject)

[Not everyone in Paradisa is aware of it, but there's a radio system in he castle. Not many even use it, aside from Mark and his weekly broadcasts. But this is certainly not Monday, and when the radio crackles into life, the all too familiar raspy tones of Leonard Cohen are nowhere to be heard.

Instead, they get a stranger's voice, American, for certain, and very panicked]

I don't know if this thing is reaching anyone or if it's even working. Hell, I could be talking to a herd of buffalo and no one else for all I know. Damsel? Reno? Flora? Any of you getting this at all? Please, if you can hear me, we need desperate help in Winchester.

...Or is it Fairfield? My sense of direction is shot.

The Collectors, they latched onto us, we've got maybe a five days between us and them. If we're lucky. Look, I know you guys aren't big on community spirit, but we're desperate here. We didn't get through all we have just to die in some tacky Spaghetti Western set. No offence, Reno.

Aliens. It had to be aliens. I hate this place and it's love of irony. [The static picks up again] Goddamnit, I'm losing signal. Just...please. Anyone out there- we could really use the help. I repeat. We're in the Winchester/Fairfield area. Come qui-

[And the signal cuts out. There'll be no more responses from the man. So, Paradisa, do you help a complete stranger, or do you stay behind and protect your own?]