[The thing about life on the Moira is that eventually, the part of your brain that processes “weird” gets overworked to the point where it hardly functions anymore. Different universes? Mundane. Whispering rooms? Totally normal. Sentient rocks? Commonplace. A pair of arms jutting out of the wall and playing catch with a young child?...
That might actually be pushing things.
Zam does a double-take when he sees it, slowing to a stop with a rather dubious expression. His eyes go from the girl to the arms and then back. He hasn’t missed the shipwide translator malfunction, but he can’t quite keep his commentary to himself.]
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That might actually be pushing things.
Zam does a double-take when he sees it, slowing to a stop with a rather dubious expression. His eyes go from the girl to the arms and then back. He hasn’t missed the shipwide translator malfunction, but he can’t quite keep his commentary to himself.]