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MISSION: THE SUN NEVER SETS ON AMARYLLIS GROVE

M I S S I O N   1 7 . 1

UNIT-YPLEASANTVILLEAFTER DARKFYI

// INTRO. UNIT-Y  


Over the course of the station’s downtime, even the least astute observer will notice the sudden influx of crewmates aboard the station. Before you can further inquire and investigate this anomaly in your usual routine, your earpiece will ping! with the familiar sound of a newly received mission file. Viveca’s voice immediately follows.

// VIVECA
“Hi everyone, you’ll find details for your next mission are ready. This time the orb has been located somewhere in a town called Amaryllis Grove, and based on my research, the best way to start looking for it will involve blending in with the towns-folk who live there. Just like our last mission, those of you who don’t have natural humanoid forms will have Degar’s potion available for you to help with that. See you on the platform tomorrow morning.”

After reviewing your mission file and gathering all of the necessary supplies and clothing options, those who are well prepared might have enough time for a decent night’s sleep. If you aren’t the sort to sleep before a mission, well … carry on.

When morning arrives, you’ll make your way to the teleportation platform to join your fellow crewmates. Viveca and Degar are already standing by, the latter passing around the aforementioned potion to those who will be needing one. Finally, when the entire crew has assembled, Degar starts to speak.

// DEGAR
“You might have noticed by now that there’s a few more of us than usual – there’s a reason for that, and it’s good news! I think. You see, according to our readings of all the orb shards collected so far, we’re actually coming up to the last couple of orbs. That’s pretty amazing, isn’t it? For that, we’ve been getting a few more crew members to provide a little more support as we near the finish line. But we can talk more about that after you guys get this orb back here.”

Viveca nods from her place.

// VIVECA
“Good luck, everyone. I know some of you will have questions, and we’ll be here when you get back to try our best to answer them.”

Degar lifts both hands to give them all a cheesy little thumbs up. Without further ado, the hum of the platform, as it begins to power up, grows louder and louder until it’s impossible to hear anything else but the machinery thrumming in your ears. Soon enough, you’ll feel the familiar tug at the pit of your stomach as you’re whisked away from the station and towards your destination. But for a moment that feels both too short and too long, you hear it: whispers, echoes, voices that speak to you in several tenors at once, all of them providing you with a goal in exchange for their help.

Before you have a chance to answer, your surroundings begin to paint a clearer picture. You’ll be found in your usual place of choosing: whether that’s your own household, the park, or one of the several locations in and around town.

Welcome, Orbers, to Amaryllis Grove.

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// PART I.PLEASANTVILLE  


On the day of the Orbers’ arrival, the weather is crisp and sunny, the trees still lush and green with only the barest hints of the leaves beginning to yellow and redden at their tips. As the summer months slowly transition into cooler autumn temperatures, the entire town feels pleasant, even cozy. The clouds in the sky provide gentle overcast conditions and you might think to grab a light coat, or wear a longer sleeve but it is by no means chilly enough to feel anything but pleasant.

Depending on where you decided to arrive, you’ll want to begin your explorations and familiarize yourself with the Grove, which will be your home for the next little while.


1.0   The town of Amaryllis Grove will feel spacious and sprawling while also being cozy and compact. Cleanly paved streets wind in and around residential pockets and cul-de-sacs, threading through the community’s amenities, goods, and service buildings. The community centre, the library, the government offices, and the Mayor’s office can all be found in the main core of the Grove. The police station and television station (playing news and sitcoms in classic black and white) are situated nearby, and are all within walking distance of each other, and the neighbouring retail streets are located just past the block. This includes clothing boutiques, restaurants, coffee shops, grocery and general stores (which will sell all manner of hardware, cleaning supplies, and simple, household magical items). Having a vehicle will certainly help to get around town if you’re in a hurry running any errands, but a bicycle works just as well, and the walkability is pleasant for those wanting to take a stroll.

Everyone here is well-dressed in crisply ironed slacks and button-downs in neutrals, or colourful A-line skirts and dresses with delicate detailing for their tops. Children and teenagers are likewise found in school uniform consisting of dark blue pleated skirts or slacks, and white shirts. With the weather beginning to cool, a well structured jacket may also be a part of the ensemble.


2.0   Once you’ve explored some of the town, familiarizing yourself with the backstory and family history you and your fellow crewmates have corroborated together, perhaps you’ll want to explore your house. Lined up in rows of pleasant, homogeneous pitched roof structures, each house in the neighbourhood will come equipped with all of the necessary spaces to live a perfectly suburban life, the most ideal environment to raise a family and grow old amongst generations of familiar faces. Each one-storey house, in either brick or ship-lap siding and in various colours, will have 3-4 bedrooms, an attached garage for the family car, a living room, bathroom, spacious kitchen, and enough yard space to require both a lawn-cutter and a green thumb for the garden. Interiors have already been furnished with all of the up-to-date items for the time, resembling Earth’s 1950s era to an almost eerily accurate degree.

Say hello to your neighbour when they greet you or wish you a pleasant day. Many will look perfectly human, while others may seem more alien with vibrant skin, an extra limb, antennae, gills, and the like. Some also possess magical abilities which is not seen as strange or abnormal here; however, the magic used in Amaryllis Grove consists of simple household magic to aid with cooking, cleaning, and keeping the house perfectly pleasant – otherwise known as ‘petty magic’. Whether you’re used to such sights will likely depend on where you’re originally from, but no matter who lives next to or near you, they seem friendly enough. They may even invite you over for dinner, or inquire when you plan on hosting your next party.

You’ll cook, clean, sleep, and host parties and dinners with your neighbours of Amaryllis Grove within the walls of your quaint abode so it’s best to get to know the space that will undoubtedly become second nature to you.


3.0   While the concept of ‘Halloween’ does not exist in Amaryllis Grove, other such Autumn festivities are highly anticipated, namely the annual gathering of the harvest. It is otherwise colloquially named ‘the Harvest’. It won’t come as news to any of the residents, as the season ends and food is plenty, the Harvest has been a long-standing tradition to celebrate the closeness of the community, and to express one’s gratitude for the people that you surround yourself around.

Your neighbours may inquire whether you’ll be bringing the same mash potatoes as last year, or perhaps the spiced meatballs that the Alkherns simply couldn’t get enough of — they were just so delicious! Either way, you may want to start coming up with a special dish to bring to the community gathering or find someone to snag a recipe from, as it’ll gain you admiration or admonition, depending on the popularity of your offering.

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// PART II.AFTER DARK  


Sunsets are beautiful, picturesque moments that conclude the end of a perfectly spent day, and the sunsets in Amaryllis Grove are certainly no different. As the town winds down and residents return to their homes for the night, you and your fellow Orbers will follow suit – as is the way of things. The nights are a little overcast during this time of the year, with cloud-cover masking out the stars and the glow of the moon. It’s quiet. Only the sounds of night-insects chirping can be heard, and the soft, occasional coo of a bird asleep in its nest.


4.0   Perhaps you’re catching up on some late-night reading, or grabbing a late-night snack or a night-cap. The last of the evening hours are usually spent in the comfort of your own home until a new day begins, although there is a town speakeasy that remains open until late, if you can find it. Once you climb into bed, there really doesn’t seem to be a reason for anything other than a soundless, well-deserved rest.

You’ll be tucked up in your own bed, or perhaps the bed you share with your backstory-spouse, when you hear a shrill scream that wakes you up from your sleep. High on the adrenaline, you may want to don a robe and your slippers and step outside past your front door where you’ll be joined by other neighbours on your street. They exchange glances with each other, and then may meet eyes with you, and they look scared, with their wide eyes and clenched fists, some of the husbands and wives holding each other’s hands for comfort. It isn’t outside of the norm for such a startling cry. The house in question will be fully lit, with Mrs Myrsdin sobbing into her hands, mumbling, ‘I told him not to say anything! I told him to keep quiet! It came for him–’ as the AGPD (Amaryllis Grove Police Department) approach her, one of the officers patting her shoulder in consolation. Another officer moves towards a cluster of concerned neighbours, assuring them that this will be taken care of, and when they spot you, they’ll tell you the same.

It might seem difficult now to head back to sleep, but the crowd disperses and the AGPD lead Mrs Myrsdin back into the house. The lights remain on for another hour, maybe two, and then the entire block quiets again, the AGPD preparing to leave for the station once more. It seems there’s nothing else to do but get as much rest as you can before the morning ... but everything about this doesn’t sit quite right. Maybe you'll linger behind for a moment, see if you can ask a few questions, gather a bit of information, as it seems that after the brief moment of shock none of the residents seem to be particularly surprised by any of this.


5.0   The skies are blue and the sun is bright, and as Amaryllis Grove wakes up to a new day, everything feels as though Mrs Myrsdin never screamed into the night, with no signs of the AGPD having visited, and not a whisper to be said of Mrs Myrsdin's husband disappearing. If you try to investigate what happened at the house last night, Mrs Myrsdin will conveniently be absent, and any neighbours around you may either greet you with the most firm, reassuring smiles, or an outright aloofness to ignore anything you say. They’ll interject by telling you about the Harvest festivities, or make a comment about the weather. Some might sound snappish and dismissive. One thing’s for sure: everything feels tense.

But as the skies gradually shift to an overcast, one of your neighbours may gesture to the sky with another plasticky smile, commenting about the brightness of the sun. ‘It sure is bright today,’ they might say, the comment seemingly so off-handed. It’s casual, polite, and a little strained. ‘It’s got a far reach.’

It’s too bright to stare directly into the sun without damaging your eyes, but as you glance up just past it, you might notice that the sun looks a little … too close. And it doesn’t look a whole lot like a sun either, though it is bright but it looks like a large whitish sphere with a piercing, golden iris and it seems to be watching. This certainly wasn’t in the morning’s weather report.


6.0   As you continue to settle in Amaryllis Grove, you may begin to pick up on other strange things that you hadn’t noticed before – not surprising, considering the whirlwind of events that have taken place in such a short period of time and having to grow accustomed to the daily lives of the residents in Amaryllis Grove.

There are figures that resemble people scattered around town in all shapes, sizes, and races, replicated with excruciating detail, all the way down to their expressions and poses. In their everyday wear, they stoically fill in corners and take up empty spaces, and while it can’t possibly be true, their eyes seem to follow you as you move past them – even with the empty gazes of their glassy eyes. They’re made of metal and clad in something soft and pliable to make up their skin. Once you know what you’re looking for, they almost start to make themselves more visible to you. But if you study them for too long, you may begin to feel a little nauseous and queasy, and temporarily experience vertigo. Or you may start to have feelings of paranoia settle in, making you short-tempered and twitchy.

These figures can be found almost everywhere around the town, but they will mostly be populated in and around the residential blocks, looking as though they’re busily living their lives in passive background poses. They’re easy enough to miss if you aren’t sure what you’re looking for, and they’re so life-like you almost feel rude staring for too long, in case they turn their heads towards you.

And on the next night, you might catch the glimpse of a dark, stationary silhouette of a man in the Myrsdin house just before Mrs Myrsdin draws the curtains closed.

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F Y I

The events in this log take place during the month of October.

If you have questions about any of the prompts or the mission in general, please direct them HERE.

To explore a specific location or speak to any of the NPCs, please submit your search request HERE.

And finally, your soundtrack for this log:

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constructually: (013)

[personal profile] constructually 2023-10-20 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
[This isn't the first time that Murderbot has been totally without vision, either its own or with something to hack, but it certainly is the longest, which is unsettling. But the person it pinged is approaching, so that's a good start.

Its audio still functions well enough to get a rough idea of direction and distance, though Murderbot doesn't turn its head to face Jason. It probably wouldn't do that anyway.

What it could do is just attempt to hack Jason's earpiece and access the visual data from it, but that's probably rude to do to a stranger.]


I've been blinded. The thing pretending to be the sun is dangerous.

[No shit!!]
greenpower: (poison ivy)

[personal profile] greenpower 2023-10-20 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, yeah. Yeah, you can say that.

[Ivy rubs the back of her neck. She's going to have to remember not to make pop culture references. You'd think it wouldn't be that hard, but... well.

Maybe it's the setting.]


It's a story. The "winner" of the Lottery gets murdered by the other members of the community. Very euphemistic.
lostdestiny: (cranky - rey reyyyyyyyyy reyyy)

[personal profile] lostdestiny 2023-10-20 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Screw that, I'll just pull the fire alarm.
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[personal profile] alternatives 2023-10-20 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
( standing makes their height difference more pronounced, and arisu suddenly feels like some sort of giant, pulling chishiya into the proper stance for a waltz, before doing absolutely none of the moves yujin showed him. they just sway, arisu encouraging chishiya's head to nestle against his shoulder, before his hand sweeps loosely around his waist, their handhold bent close to their bodies. making out with him in their marital bed seems — well it's just a little bit too much, too soon, on something he would really rather take his time with. slow dancing to no music in their jammies is an acceptable amount of intimacy for the level of drunk chishiya is. ( ignoring the fact that arisu is infinitely more drunk than him. his interest is not in question, but only because he knows what's going on in his own heart. ) )

Ha, what? ( he chuckles, shyly. ) I guess he is a handsome guy. I'm too young for him though, I think. Wow.

( wow like — seduced away. so maybe chishiya has wanted him for hours instead of minutes? big wow. )
astudyinviolet: Scruffy Sherlock looking our the window (⩑ A Problem of Logic)

[personal profile] astudyinviolet 2023-10-20 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ All at once, Sherlock's demeanor changes. Too many thoughts fill his mind at once, and the heavy darkness that clings to him returns. He re-frames the profile he's built for Mikotoba in his head. ]

... You were married once? My condolences.

[ He shouldn't assume, but he can't imagine any marriage of Watson's ending another way. Watson is too loyal, too caring. By proxy, it feels like Mikotoba would be the same. He seems too kind even if he tries to remove any influence carried over from his thoughts on Watson. ]

How busy did your Sholmes keep you with cases if it took a lady six years?

[ He says under his breath. Sherlock doesn't have the correct timeline of events, but he also didn't realize Mikotoba had been married at all. ]
astudyinviolet: Scruffy Sherlock looking our the window (⩑ A Problem of Logic)

[personal profile] astudyinviolet 2023-10-20 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
You were part of a duet.

[ That does make it difficult. ]

Do you think she would want you stop playing completely? Without her?
offseers: (Alfeto Valley)

[personal profile] offseers 2023-10-20 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
No. I know what her answer would be. She'd want me to keep going. I have no doubts about her feelings.

[ but it does not soothe the ache. it's been fun, noah. as n made them all kneel and watch her depart. they didn't even need to put a sword to her neck. her time ran out. as they always knew it would. ]
astudyinviolet: Sherlock with a small smile (Sacrificial Lamb)

[personal profile] astudyinviolet 2023-10-20 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
I wasn't sure if I would be allowed to take the violin from the Ximusic Room, so I borrowed one from here.

[ In other words, he broke into a place and took one.

Sherlock intends to leave it before they return to the station, but the violin just sat there with a layer of dust on it. Nothing was wrong with the violin. This instrument needed to be played again. A man in Cordona impressed the idea that instruments want to be played.
]
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[personal profile] softshoes 2023-10-20 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you, Holmes.

[More than sixteen years have passed since Ayame died. Sometimes, it feels just like yesterday; when he remembers how much Susato's grown, feels the pride that blooms in his chest when he thinks of their daughter, it feels like a lifetime. He's certainly had several lifetimes' worth of adventures in between that loss and now.

As much as he will always miss her, time really does heal all wounds. Even one from which he thought he'd never, ever recover.
]

But it's been a very long time. [And his ace attorney blue text psychic powers activate attentiveness pays off, because he does catch that bit:] And actually, you have it backward. Ayame passed a few months before I met Sholmes.

[A small smile.]

I'm not sure how I would've gotten along without him. Much worse, I'm sure.
onesingletruth: (Thinking)

[personal profile] onesingletruth 2023-10-20 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
She seemed mature. The centuries of upheaval seemed that maybe she'd seen some of that. And upheaval, he knew well, tended to mature people more quickly. Or perhaps it was just that trauma matured people. After all, the former could cause the latter with more ease than he wanted to think about. And besides, he needed to tug the conversation back to the topic they'd started with since they were nearing the supermarket.

A moment's thought and he found the right segue: "Just as I took it for granted that I would be able to find the ingredients I needed earlier. It just occurred to me that I haven't the faintest idea if this store has clams."
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[personal profile] onesingletruth 2023-10-20 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
"We've been here long enough," Miles said, his briefcase placed on the floor near the door, his shoes removed in his usual way - some habits never faded, "that apparently it's time to mow the lawn."

And he still had no idea how to do it.

Miles looked over at Phoenix with an uncertainty that had become too normal. He was used to being watched. Back home, he had a degree of fame whether he'd ever wanted it or not. Here, however, there was no distance that he could use to decompress. Their windows were near enough to the others in the neighborhood that things could be seen just by others passing by in their own houses and looking outside. It meant there was another distance he'd not been able to use.

They'd not had two beds in the house, and someone sleeping regularly on the sofa would, unfortunately, be notable to the neighborhood thanks to lights in the living room. So he'd spent the nights beside Phoenix and he'd awakened before him each day thanks to work, and this morning...

This morning, he'd awakened with his head on Phoenix's outstretched arm, his own arm flopped over Phoenix's middle, every one of Phoenix's exhales ruffling a few strands of his hair. The thought had come to him all day, and he still hadn't decided what it meant or how he felt about it except for unsure - which he hated. And now still wasn't the time to think about it.

"Did your family have lawns when you were younger?"

Yes. Much more important, that - keeping up appearances.
astudyinviolet: Sherlock (and Jon) from behind (A Mother's Love)

[personal profile] astudyinviolet 2023-10-20 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
Someone once told me an instrument is a remarkable outlet for one's emotion.

[ He looks at the violin he's "borrowed" for this mission. Sherlock never played an instrument with Jon. He never learned when they still had the chance to.

Once Jon was no more, Sherlock played and played until mastered the instrument. He clung to the music when everything else in his life, all that he had known had shattered. Sherry and Jon had become Sherlock. Just Sherlock. He was alone. More alone than he had ever been.
]

Maybe you need to play it until you find yourself peace. That is, if you still want to play.
astudyinviolet: Scruffy Sherlock looking very lost (⩑ The Adventure of the Two Jo(h)ns)

[personal profile] astudyinviolet 2023-10-20 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
I'm glad you had him.

[ Sherlock tries to avoid catching Mikotoba's gaze, though he doesn't think he could escape it. His steps quicken unbeknownst to him. He remembers how battered Watson had been after his discharge. Sherlock wasn't much better after Cordona, but having Watson there helped. He also cannot deny the change that Watson's had being around him. Here he was speaking so highly of his Watson and bemoaning him leaving, but the truth is that Watson won't be leaving Sherlock. He can't forget what Mikotoba said to him in their first conversation. ]

... My Watson should really find fault with me. Such a man deserves so much better.

[ Sherlock is leaving Watson in order to have his regret corrected. ]
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[personal profile] offseers 2023-10-20 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
I wanted to write my own music, once.

Now . . . it's too hard.
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[personal profile] dispassioned 2023-10-20 10:35 am (UTC)(link)
[This all feels a little dreamlike and surreal to Chishiya. It wasn’t that long ago that he was certain he’d never see Arisu again. Dancing with him after kissing him was never remotely in the realm of possibility. He supposes, too, that it must be true that he’s changed since waking up aboard the Ximilia because his first instinct isn’t to push him away, unsure how to handle it.

Although to be honest, he’s still not sure how to handle it. But leaning into it feels better than running away would, he’s pretty sure.

Or maybe that’s just the drink talking, preventing him from overthinking it. Either way, he’s content to sway in Arisu's arms, chuckling softly when he flusters at Chishiya’s teasing. He tilts his head up to look at his face.]


You seem surprised.
ruinously: @tweak (pic#15454533)

[personal profile] ruinously 2023-10-20 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He snorts, shaking his head as he peers closer then decides against it and scoots back. Heights suck, being called dad, not so much. ]

Great. [ Like they haven't all run into that before. Or, at least something similar. ]

Anyone tried any actual spellwork here? Demon traps, something like that? [ Not that he thinks it'll work, but... ]
alternatives: (pic#16666469)

[personal profile] alternatives 2023-10-20 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Well. ( he huffs. ) It's surprising.

( weirdly, when he looks down into chishiya's face, he almost looks — like what chishiya's version of earnest would be. like it's a question, but he doesn't want to ask. he is curious though, clearly. arisu doesn't want to disappoint. )

That would've been before I brought you in here. So ... if I could be seduced away then, that probably means you already liked me. ( arisu grins, and it's playful, his eyes dancing with amusement. ) Which means you lied when you said you wanted to kiss me since we got in here.

( or arisu is reading into a joke too much. actually, that's probably more likely. hopefully chishiya just thinks he's joking, which he kind of is, bending down to press a kiss against chishiya's eyelid.

... also it's kind of bad form to call a guy attractive while you're dancing with someone else. arisu belatedly stutters out,
)

A — Also, you're good-looking too. Obviously. Much more my type than Mikotoba. If that wasn't — I mean, it probably was obvious. But so you know.
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[personal profile] dispassioned 2023-10-20 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Chishiya sighs and raises a dubious eyebrow.]

Is that why you decided to roast a pig in our backyard?

[Because it doesn’t seem like he could have been enjoying the party much if he decided to come out here and cook an entire pig.]
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[personal profile] morethan084 2023-10-20 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Daisy’s never spoken with him before, but he seems sweet. She can see why Andy willingly ‘adopted him’ into their ‘family’.]

So what’re you up to?
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[personal profile] morethan084 2023-10-20 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Daisy doesn’t know that much about him, and even less of his past relationships. So she just smiles in amusement at how much he seems to dislike this whole playing house thing.]

I’m married to Andy and we have a son, Noah.

[Who she’s only just officially met.]
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[personal profile] morethan084 2023-10-20 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tears come to her eyes, and for a moment she laughs when he talks about her body, but then he calls her his elskan and she’s crying again.

Already grieving despite the fact that they still have time together.]
coordination: (I BLOW VETERANS)

[personal profile] coordination 2023-10-20 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His face scrunches up a bit. ] I'd hope so!

[ He looks down into his glass. ]

Anyway. How have you been settling in? To this sort of place.
coordination: (AT THE HANDS OF AN ATTRACTIVE BEAR)

[personal profile] coordination 2023-10-20 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
That's the second time someone mentioned that Beaver program...

My guess would be they wished for something a lot more strict than even that. A "perfect town" or "perfect life." I wonder if it extends beyond this place.
coordination: (why would you fuck a pokemon)

[personal profile] coordination 2023-10-20 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And he just scowls slightly at that in return. ]

At least then, if you know enough from that sitcom you'll have a reference for easily blending in to this weird place.
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[personal profile] groupiedrifter 2023-10-20 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
No worries, kids, he's familiar with being in danger, like. All the time. You get used to it!

He waves a hand. "The eyeball, guys. The big weird eyeball part? Do you think suns usually have eyeballs that swivel around and watch everyone?" He points up, even though it's a ceiling above them; you get the idea. "Suns are not supposed to stare back at you. Actually, for the record, you're not supposed to stare at any sun, or it'll mess up your eyes. At some point, the sun wasn't always like that; there would have been a point in time where it didn't exist in that form and people weren't being taken away for being 'different'."
Edited 2023-10-20 16:57 (UTC)