My apologies, Miss du Prix. I should have at least left a message since I very could be a victim some day. We just had a lot of work to do, as you already know.
No no, it's all right. [The chill reminds her — there's questions she'd like to ask. Just not the sort she can in front of other people. For now her smile only becomes a touch muted, her eyes flicking between the other woman's.
But she presses on.]
I'm just happy to see you again. Um, though I'm not sure what's expected of us. Is there another tear in reality in that storm?
[ They took a little ship, so they didn't get slurped by a black hole. ]
For now, we will explore and find anything odd. After a scour, we may figure out the objective... Think of storms being a game. There is always an objective of some kind from the reports I've read.
Sometimes it's as simple as "completing" the experience.
It doesn't work like the simulation rooms, does it? [Where does the line between technology and sci-fi fantasy space storms end and begin?] Where it might reflect our own thoughts back at us?
Hm... I don't know how alike they are to the simulation rooms, considering I don't think there are any relations to Barbie Land and the senior officers that went to clear the storm.
[ ... ]
But I cannot guarantee that your thoughts, memories, or emotions won't be used or influenced by this space.
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[ She may take her hands. They're deathly cold. ]
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But she presses on.]
I'm just happy to see you again. Um, though I'm not sure what's expected of us. Is there another tear in reality in that storm?
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[ They took a little ship, so they didn't get slurped by a black hole. ]
For now, we will explore and find anything odd. After a scour, we may figure out the objective... Think of storms being a game. There is always an objective of some kind from the reports I've read.
Sometimes it's as simple as "completing" the experience.
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We are looking to conclude the storm...
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[Pause.]
So to shoot this, I pull this button here?
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Yes. While I would not mind letting you test it, I worry that it could cause a portion of the manor to collapse...
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Are you going to be coming with us?
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[ So of course. ]
I would never let any of you go on your own. What if you get lost?
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[She glances around the old house.]
It doesn't work like the simulation rooms, does it? [Where does the line between technology and sci-fi fantasy space storms end and begin?] Where it might reflect our own thoughts back at us?
[is this someone's house for real for real?]
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[ ... ]
But I cannot guarantee that your thoughts, memories, or emotions won't be used or influenced by this space.