[ Bruce likes to think that being on the Moira for nearly a year has prepared him for pretty much anything. From universes being woven together to entire planets made of glass, whatever arrivals come through the Ingress should bring no surprise to him.
And yet— dragons are more plausible. Walking skeletons, sure. Artificial intelligence programs. Anything.
This is something else entirely. He has a feeling no forewarning could've prepared him for this.
As he gets closer to the science department, he spots the very familiar Vulcan with the very familiar device in his hands, and slowly approaches him. ]
Sorry. You, uh...
[ Oh my God. This is happening. Is it happening. Oh my God. Be cool, Banner. BE COOL. ]
exploring - hallway
And yet— dragons are more plausible. Walking skeletons, sure. Artificial intelligence programs. Anything.
This is something else entirely. He has a feeling no forewarning could've prepared him for this.
As he gets closer to the science department, he spots the very familiar Vulcan with the very familiar device in his hands, and slowly approaches him. ]
Sorry. You, uh...
[ Oh my God. This is happening. Is it happening. Oh my God. Be cool, Banner. BE COOL. ]
You need any directions?