Jan Van Dyne | Open
This. Was. BORING. After her initial adventure with Tony, Jan hadn't really done any more on her own. She'd wander around here and there, but everything seemed to be empty. Her hope of finding any sort of retail or food establishment had been dashed and she had kept to her room, mostly. What else was there to do?
She had fiddled with her phone a little, wondering if she might be able to modify it. But what would it get her? Unless it could magically bring back Twitter and Instagram, she didn't really know what else she could do, other than bother Tony.
And she was already doing that every other hour. Really, she needed to give her phone's to this new Tony, see if he could salvage any of the tech in her old phone he had made her. She pulled it out, looking at the blank screen. If they got this one operational, would she be able to call SOS? Would anyone be around to hear it?
As the panic started to crawl up her throat, she stood up, pushing open the window to let in some fresh air. Breathe, breathe. Alright, refocus. Positive. She was alive. Check. Tony was here and alive. Check. There seemed to be other people here so maybe they could band together and figure something out. Check. Something smelled delicious like roasted meat...
Jan sniffed the air, her stomach growling as she did so. If there was ever a time to investigate, now seemed pretty good. Hopefully, this was another nice person who would be willing to share some of their food. She'd repay them with her company...that seemed an even deal, right?