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reverielogs2018-08-06 07:05 am
hyperfresh) wrote in reverielogs2018-08-06 07:05 am
open; don't get cooked
» WHO? Marina, open
» WHEN? 8/6
» WHERE? deck 1
» WHAT? Marina arrives.
» WARNINGS? event stuff could happen in here, given the timing
A; Chapel
[To say Marina has no idea where she is would be an understatement. This place is so fundamentally different from where she last remembers being that she's in real danger of whiplash. There's grimy metal all around her, and that's interesting, but it's also alarming. She can feel her ink pumping in her ears. She moves from the walls to the center of the room, touching the central tubing gently, like she's worried it might break. Technology all around her, she can't help the fear that she's back in Octarian territory--but this isn't octo tech. She would know.]
What is this place?
B; Observation Deck
[Space. This is space. She doesn't recognize that planet, with one extra moon and too much land. Hands pressed to the window, she gapes out at it all the same. This is impossible, absolutely impossible. She's dizzy from the impossibility of it. Actually, she doesn't feel great in general, but that's not really surprising, given the situation. She pushes her tentacles back away from her face.]
Okay. Okay, there has to be an explanation. A reasonable explanation.
[She's not panicking. Okay, maybe a little. Her head hurts.]
» WHEN? 8/6
» WHERE? deck 1
» WHAT? Marina arrives.
» WARNINGS? event stuff could happen in here, given the timing
A; Chapel
[To say Marina has no idea where she is would be an understatement. This place is so fundamentally different from where she last remembers being that she's in real danger of whiplash. There's grimy metal all around her, and that's interesting, but it's also alarming. She can feel her ink pumping in her ears. She moves from the walls to the center of the room, touching the central tubing gently, like she's worried it might break. Technology all around her, she can't help the fear that she's back in Octarian territory--but this isn't octo tech. She would know.]
What is this place?
B; Observation Deck
[Space. This is space. She doesn't recognize that planet, with one extra moon and too much land. Hands pressed to the window, she gapes out at it all the same. This is impossible, absolutely impossible. She's dizzy from the impossibility of it. Actually, she doesn't feel great in general, but that's not really surprising, given the situation. She pushes her tentacles back away from her face.]
Okay. Okay, there has to be an explanation. A reasonable explanation.
[She's not panicking. Okay, maybe a little. Her head hurts.]
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[ she tries to imagine that - cats that stand on two legs and have opposable thumbs. it's weird! it's kind of frightening! ]
Are they nice, at least?
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[ sorry, marina. this is the part venus's brain finally gives up on. she just sort of stares incredulously - yes, with all of the eyes on her body. ]
Like, they go to court and everything? [ and then, realizing she shouldn't leave marina hanging- ] I mean, I guess I could learn, but- sorry, this is kind of important??
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