Date: 2025-06-16 04:39 pm (UTC)
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Closest is that flight deck terrace, and even then, it's a poor place to sit out and think about anything except what we've seen out there.

[ he refuses to let that Spoil it, but like. yeah. they could use some variety. ]

I'd take a tree or two, some grass to touch of some kind.

Date: 2025-06-17 02:31 pm (UTC)
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Your plants - back home?

[ but he gives pause when asked. ]

The game? ... Ah, yeah. The Eudora. We were stuck aboard a ship that'd been compromised by some sort of infection. Said infection would... creep inside of people, make them kill one another by preying on their anxiety and panic. That ship we were on made deliveries across the stars - supplies and such to different people, different planets...

Date: 2025-06-17 03:01 pm (UTC)
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Probably - think I would have spent more time enjoying the adventure than fretting over something I couldn't cure and watching the body count climb.

[ thin-lipped as he has to just. remember it. hateful. ]

Your office? What sort of work did you do before all this?

Date: 2025-06-17 04:59 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] bulls

I did - but likely only because I had similar role to our hosts... we were abducted from our own homes well before the others arrived - became part of the crew, and then found ourselves infected as well, though it only scrambled our minds, made us think we were contracted to work aboard the ship, that we were happy to do so.

[ softly ]

It was only because of the new arrivals that we were able to become ourselves again, break free.

[ tipping his head ]

Knights have paperwork as well?

Date: 2025-06-19 05:14 pm (UTC)
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No - was about to leave the Eudora when I woke up on the floor here.

[ he's so tired, mordalion. ]

Sounds like a heavy weight on your shoulders - and going from all that to this... did you get a chance to go home either?

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