dropoffs | AUDIENCE 🚀 VIKTOR

[ Rec room time! There's a set-up for Tw*ster that Metis seems to be looking over with a quiet mumble ]

Don't think these old bones of mine will be capable of this... [ Their helm raises with a ! when they realize they have company. ] Ah, Sir Viktor. Curious of what kind of games we have in store here?

[ takes your chocolate milk in exchange

anyways io is here in the medbay just with a small tool kit working on one of the pods. it's up and running, a soft glow leaving it, so maybe this is just some last-minute tweaking/tightening. they'll just turn their helm to look at him and pause mid-pull. ]

Morning. Need something?

[ ANNNNNAAAAAA

Technology whirls... Viktor's surroundings transition seamlessly when the platform shifts, warps, and takes on a grand room painted in warm colors from beige to almost gold. There are no corners, rounded by design with a repeating support arches protruded and lining the walls (or is it a singular wall because this is a circle room). There is a light from an opening above that shines softly at the center, but the focus of the room is not there.

Beyond, to the other side, is a magnificent gold piano. Two children are found sitting on the stool, playing a duet. ]

[ hi anna ♥ i may be slow but I MISS VIKTOR so here we go.

as he makes his selection in the holodeck, viktor will feel it, the world around him twisting and warping. he will find himself suddenly aware that the scenery around him is dark and then slowly, one by one, candles reveal a circular room, the walls covered in books, some draped in deep red curtains. a young woman dressed in gold is asleep atop a piano stationed in a corner, disused and old, her posture making her look more feline than human. a man with dark hair is stood by a shelf, parsing through the tomes, a dark patchwork snakeskin coat draped over his shoulders.

too busy to speak, the man points toward the spiraling stairs that sprawl upwards with a black gloved hand, but viktor will find that simply stepping to the first one will take him upwards without effort should he choose to climb it. a dream is a dream after all, a calling, it is mutable and changes. ]

[ We really are back again...

Technology whirls... Viktor's surroundings transition seamlessly when the platform shifts, warps, and takes on the innards of a large vessel. It's mechanical in nature, shaped for transportation—it's a space ship. The lights are dim, but instead of a sanitized white light it's a low emergency red. All along the walls are embedded biomes housing angelic and alien-like creatures. They're lacking life, face distorted as they go through silent throes.

Viktor is placed on the bridge... And ahead is a familiar silhouette on a connecting platform. They have a pink-magenta cube in their hand as they witness the creatures' dying moments. ]

[ Hello, he's here as requested, arms crossed and like... Real instead of dream. ]

Have you savored your time alive and returned?

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