They'll be including it as part of the delivery reward, since they kind of need the dropoff for their everyday lives. Pretty good community down there.
[ at least in their opinion. but as they stick some more hand warmers into a tote that they sling across their body, they... pause, then nod. ]
Yeah. HER-MES is an intergalactic thing outside of Nut & Bolt, so anyone, anywhere can leave messages on it. But that'd be a little too coincidental an answer for a lot of those.
[ that gets them to pause, though it's hard to tell why when their face is hidden. ]
A storm..? Storms in space aren't that unusual, with various interference from planets and celestial bodies. Solar flares. Spatial anomalies that crop up from time to time.
Sure. Psychic storms ravage the Astral Plane often.
[ he tucks some hair behind his ears, weaving through his horns. ]
You saw it, I'm sure. Rude to pretend otherwise. Said something about senior-- and I am assuming Senior Crew. Perhaps Senior Crew's stories, hm? And to ask about a storm, and your ... well. Colleagues, perhaps.
[ unless they have a baseball team we don't know about. ]
[ they go quiet while lucien adjusts his hair, but a hand comes up to press the heel of it into the top of their helmet - like applying pressure to it will apply to their actual head. ]
... no, I'd only seen some of the messages. Our - that would make sense, I guess.
I don't... [ a pause, then a deep breath the synthesizer struggles to autotune - in, then out. ] I don't remember anything about a storm, at least anything that would be unusual. But we've been starting to question what really happened to the twenty other crewmates, and our stories with it. It may be more apt to say memories than stories.
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I'll pack some more of these just in case, then. They're supposed to last a few hours, but we're probably going to go through them like hotcakes.
[ company! and getting him away from the ship for a little while before someone curses him to face his psychoses the next day. ]
They've got good food and drink down there, too.
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If you say so. I don't have anything to pay with.
[ but he'll follow along. ]
You see those messages on the HER-MES?
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[ at least in their opinion. but as they stick some more hand warmers into a tote that they sling across their body, they... pause, then nod. ]
Yeah. HER-MES is an intergalactic thing outside of Nut & Bolt, so anyone, anywhere can leave messages on it. But that'd be a little too coincidental an answer for a lot of those.
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[ he pulls up his iris briefly, before dismissing it again. ]
Something about a storm.
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A storm..? Storms in space aren't that unusual, with various interference from planets and celestial bodies. Solar flares. Spatial anomalies that crop up from time to time.
Did it mention anything else?
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[ he tucks some hair behind his ears, weaving through his horns. ]
You saw it, I'm sure. Rude to pretend otherwise. Said something about senior-- and I am assuming Senior Crew. Perhaps Senior Crew's stories, hm? And to ask about a storm, and your ... well. Colleagues, perhaps.
[ unless they have a baseball team we don't know about. ]
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... no, I'd only seen some of the messages. Our - that would make sense, I guess.
I don't... [ a pause, then a deep breath the synthesizer struggles to autotune - in, then out. ] I don't remember anything about a storm, at least anything that would be unusual. But we've been starting to question what really happened to the twenty other crewmates, and our stories with it. It may be more apt to say memories than stories.