[ The observation deck, flooded with sunlight from the nearby yellow star, is the closest thing to home at this point. It's the only place where Apollo can get the life-giving solar energy that keeps him even remotely functional. He's in the obs deck more often than he's in his own cabin. Apollo considers it home turf.
So when Apollo strolls in, jumpsuit open at the neck, ready to catch some rays he nearly stops short at the sight of a new face. It seems passengers just keep on arriving these days. ]
What do you mean, 'the whole aliens thing'? [ He quirks a smile, before slowly joining the new person at the window. ] According to whoever's down there, you are the alien.
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So when Apollo strolls in, jumpsuit open at the neck, ready to catch some rays he nearly stops short at the sight of a new face. It seems passengers just keep on arriving these days. ]
What do you mean, 'the whole aliens thing'? [ He quirks a smile, before slowly joining the new person at the window. ] According to whoever's down there, you are the alien.