[ 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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[ 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.