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thisavrou_log2016-05-01 09:04 pm
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Entry tags:
- *event,
- all about j: j,
- danger days killjoys: the girl,
- death note: l (crau),
- mass effect: clone shepard,
- mcu: wanda maximoff,
- metal gear: kazuhira miller,
- mushishi: ginko,
- npc | ben,
- npc | thán,
- red vs blue: agent texas,
- star wars: luke skywalker,
- star wars: rey,
- tron: rinzler (crau),
- undertale: frisk,
- undertale: mettaton,
- x-men movies: peter maximoff
( may event log )
Who: Everyone
When: May 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Amissis-Re
What: The crew finds themselves visiting the very barren planet of Amissis-Re.
Warnings:None, but please label your content!
When: May 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Amissis-Re
What: The crew finds themselves visiting the very barren planet of Amissis-Re.
Warnings:None, but please label your content!
E V E N T L O G |
"the trees rustle in the evening when we stand uneasy before our own thoughts."
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Sliding up one cuff, Bel displays the inert MID bracelet circling it, nothing at all like any wristcom Gregor might have owned here.
"A ship's intercom device, issued on arrival. You have one too."
It'll be dead as Bel's is, no transmission capabilities, but Gregor wouldn't have been able to remove it, even if the transport-disorientation had hidden it from his mind.
no subject
"I see," he says, his voice paper-thin but carefully controlled. "And what do you suggest I should do about this, Captain Thorne?"
no subject
But in the other one, Gregor would have called them Bel.
"Come back with me." Dry-mouthed -- they hadn't planned this far; the others had supposedly known what to say. "Remember it all for yourself. And then...."
They hadn't discussed that, up on the platform, and Bel doesn't think it likely. Someone needs him there, too. But in the end, the decision will be his. And it needs to be wholly his, no transport amnesia blocking his sight.
"...If you still need to do this, we'll help you find your way."
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"All right," he says simply, his chin lifting and the tension draining slowly out of his shoulders. "How do we get back?"