[He looks curiously at the tablet, more electronics that relates however distantly to the things he already knows about. A book, but written with the power of lightning, and it looks very fragile, compared to a proper book.
It's still a peculiar feeling of displacement, of this world being close, but not quite like his own. A feeling of being a second late or missing a step on the stairs. Jarring, yet harmless.
Mostly.]
I had hoped it would be about space. And more than just the deadliness of it. When we arrived- [The Darkling shakes his head] forgive me, when I arrived, the station malfunctioned. The lights went out and the mechanical parts of it stopped.
[The low hum that permeates the station had been eerily silent, the darkness all but complete and with no candles in sight-] If that happens again, how do we start it back up? How do we keep the air from going bad, suffocating us all as we wait.
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[He looks curiously at the tablet, more electronics that relates however distantly to the things he already knows about. A book, but written with the power of lightning, and it looks very fragile, compared to a proper book.
It's still a peculiar feeling of displacement, of this world being close, but not quite like his own. A feeling of being a second late or missing a step on the stairs. Jarring, yet harmless.
Mostly.]
I had hoped it would be about space. And more than just the deadliness of it. When we arrived- [The Darkling shakes his head] forgive me, when I arrived, the station malfunctioned. The lights went out and the mechanical parts of it stopped.
[The low hum that permeates the station had been eerily silent, the darkness all but complete and with no candles in sight-] If that happens again, how do we start it back up? How do we keep the air from going bad, suffocating us all as we wait.