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Beware your fears made into light Let those who try to stop what's right, Burn like my power ... Sinestro's Might! |
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Bullies with guns, sounds exciting! Jup puts his hand on hips and stretches his back while he begins to stroll forwards. Let's get out of this rathole, it's giving me a headache
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"Humans with guns happened before. It was really confusing, so I'll skip it this time. What's making them all cranky? Oh, and I'm Sunshine. Who wants chicken?" Sunshine has apparently cheered up now that everyone's being friendly and constructive. A red box of processed chicken pieces is offered around.
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A bit concerned by the contents of the red box Ummmm. I think I'm ok. So, you with us my wiggly friend?
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Sunshine grins broadly. "Yup! Why not?"
You win an ormu.
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Without further ado the six-armed fuzzy bearthing turns and starts heading up to where he assumes the docking bay is.
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Sennesel: Well... you came from there... and the docking bays were here from there... but you did have that turn... Hmm.
Well, if you'd have to guess, it'd be left from where you turned, so behind where you are right now. You think.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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...Stupid ventilation systems being unfamiliar. A pause, ears twitching this way and that as the Selaani thinks. "Has anyone been on this station for very long?"
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Klikam soon becomes increasingly puzzled by the ventilation system I just got transferred today.
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Sunshine nods. "Yep! Hours!"
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You continue your wanderings, despite being rather sure you're not sure which way the docks are. The station gives another shudder, reminding you that there might be a reason to be hasty here.
Well, that's a start, a doorway on your left to break the tedium of an almost perfectly straight and rather dark hallway. Might go to a maintenance elevator or some such, something to get out of this stupid sub-basement corridor. Lesse... electronic door, but no sensor... ah, here we go, a keypad for getting in! Crap. They're not about to advertise the security codes for such things in the middle of a firefight. Now what?
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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Well, there's a reason Sennesel has his toys. He searches the keypad for any entry ports for his cracking system.
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Beware your fears made into light Let those who try to stop what's right, Burn like my power ... Sinestro's Might! |
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Sennesel: There we go, nice little diagnostic port. A bit of tweaking here, slight increase there...
There's a satisfying *beep beep* and a hiss as the door slides open. Same kind of shaft in there, but there's lights! Reddish-orange, sets the mood well. Goes about 30 feet before it hits more door, though the second one has a proper motion sensor, and should open without trouble(keyword should, nothing seems to be going too right today).
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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Klikam jolts his head back a bit, obviously out of surprise Hey! Nice job. The bug peers inside a bit Well, seems fine. Who's first?
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Beware your fears made into light Let those who try to stop what's right, Burn like my power ... Sinestro's Might! |
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