This week I am trying to finish one of my Ice Era Chronicles so that I can work on this again. I am sorry that these chapters have been short, but I promise you I have some great ideas for these two. Please stick with me.
Cheers,
~M.~ From C.M. Moore.
*Chapter 11*
Get comfortable. We will be here for a while.
Sloan explored the steady trickle of water that filled a small rock basin. "What's the plan to get out of here?"
"I do not have one yet." Octnavin sat with his back to one wall. His tentacles were crossed over his body and his ankles were plopped over each other. He appeared just as relaxed as if he was still on that fake beach. "My hair as you call it is not hair. It gives off a signal."
"Like a cell phone tower or a satellite?"
"Yes. You see, I am trying to connect with my siblings and inform them of where I am, but I am being blocked... even from JP."
"I saw JP." Sloan found a pile of fruit in the corner. Some of the food was rotten, but he found a piece was that decent. He picked off the dirt and flicked away a funny looking bug.
"I saw that interaction through your brain. You and I are still connected because of sharing fluids. I am cut off from everyone else currently. The room where they are keeping JP is destroying our signals." Octnavin sighed. "The dome above us is also interrupting my signal. The mirrors, as you call them, are keeping all of us from calling out a warning or calling for help."
Sloan washed off his fruit and then froze. "All of us? Who else is here?"