[ adrastea is right back in the sim room after execution has been cleared out, and dion has been placed back in his pod. their arms are crossed, and they... have the room deactivated, to the quiet, eerie orange glow. just sort of taking stock of things when anise finds them. ]
... no, not yet. Every reading that the Eudora has is "normal," despite its very much not normal behavior.
[ they turn to look at her briefly, before looking around the room itself. it's hard to imagine that a looming lighthouse stood here, or that a massive dragon fit inside of it - while it's long, and tall, the room isn't big enough for either. and yet sheba died from a great fall, and they managed a boss battle. ]
We tested the room last week to make sure that further use of the sim room wouldn't be dangerous, after what happened to Sheba and Liu Shouxue. It's safe again, now, too. But that's not much comfort for Sundays if the ship forces us here again.
No, nothing. Which is part of why I'm in here. There's plenty of things that haven't happened, before, but that in particular... twice can be a coincidence, but I'm not inclined to believe that this is one.
Huh. I thought I saw something similar mentioned in some log... like, something about galactic storms making people smell something sweet that wasn't really there? Is that a thing?
[ leaning forward to take a look at it, a whirr in their helmet. ]
... there was a ninth storm. [ the glow in their helmet closes, and they straighten up, shaking their head quickly like they're trying to shake off something tangible. ] But I don't remember what happened, what effects there were.
The - scent. I went through the vents and access tunnels all week to try and find a source, but there was nothing.
While I don't think a mass hallucination is necessarily out of the cards, I would be more inclined towards there being a source to it - or the hallucinations - somewhere on board the ship.
I didn't have as much help, before. The other seven had their own duties to attend to while I was patrolling the ship. Now there's all of you with a fresh set of eyes, so to speak, on the lookout.
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... I don't suppose we're any closer to figuring out how or why all of that stuff keeps happening, are we?
[ our misbehaving security systems and executions... ]
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[ they turn to look at her briefly, before looking around the room itself. it's hard to imagine that a looming lighthouse stood here, or that a massive dragon fit inside of it - while it's long, and tall, the room isn't big enough for either. and yet sheba died from a great fall, and they managed a boss battle. ]
We tested the room last week to make sure that further use of the sim room wouldn't be dangerous, after what happened to Sheba and Liu Shouxue. It's safe again, now, too. But that's not much comfort for Sundays if the ship forces us here again.
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... do you recall which one that was? Or what else was in it? Something about it scratches a thought at the back of my mind.
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[ she'll pull up her i.r.i.s., flip through the documents... and displays it for adrastea to see! ]
I think it was... um, the eighth one? The records stopped after that...
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... there was a ninth storm. [ the glow in their helmet closes, and they straighten up, shaking their head quickly like they're trying to shake off something tangible. ] But I don't remember what happened, what effects there were.
The - scent. I went through the vents and access tunnels all week to try and find a source, but there was nothing.
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So... what, are we all hallucinating that stuff?
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I didn't have as much help, before. The other seven had their own duties to attend to while I was patrolling the ship. Now there's all of you with a fresh set of eyes, so to speak, on the lookout.