[recording starts with a low, feminine groan. shifting of material-on-material. after a few seconds, all sound stops, and her breathing speeds up and becomes pretty shallow. suddenly, there's a scrambling, and her voice comes in, distinctly higher-pitched and panicky.]

Frana ys E?! What the—where's the—why am I not on the airship?

Brother, this had better not be one of your stupid games! If it is, so help me I'll damm Cid yht ryja res fruub ouin fundrmacc reta! Just wait 'till he finds out you left me on my own again. There's no way you'll get out of this one—not even Buddy will be able to save you.

[there's the sound of her taking a deep breath as if to continue, and then an abrupt pause. her tone becomes fascinated, curious.]

This is—rumo Shiva there is so much machina around here! Jeeze, whoever hangs out here has some great taste! I mean, look at these tools! [clanking of metal.] Jeeze, if Pops ever got in here, he'd about have a heart attack!

[the clinking continues, and eventually the recording cuts.]

[Begin Recording]

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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!

WHERE AM I?! WHAT HAPPENED?! WHERE'S BROTHER?! FRO YNAH'D E UH DRA AIRSHIP?!

BROTHER!

[End Recording]

(OOC; ... Have 15-year-old Rikku. ♥)

... I'm sick.

Gippal, don't blow anything up, okay? Just because I'll be in my room all day doesn't mean I can't find ways to beat you with a wrench.

Brother... ryja vih uh dra airship yht tnehg cusadrehk cdnuhk vun sa. Yht... cunno.

Vilgehk hekrdsynac. Frana ra vilg ec ra, yhofyo?

(OOC; Strike hackable only by extremely computer savvy people, a.k.a. other Al Bhed, etc.)

Frana ys E?! Frana yna Brother yht Yunie yht Paine yht dra airship?!

I think I'm lost or something! Ohh, this is disasterrific! First I was on the Celsius and now I'm... wherever this is!

. . .

And why is it so dark? This… this isn’t the Farplane, is it? NO, I CAN’T BE DEAD! I’M TOO YOUNG AND CUTE TO BE DEAD! AND I HAVEN’T STOLEN ANYTHING WORTHWHILE FROM BEVELLE YET AND-- hey, look! Machina!