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side: heaven

[ When you next open your eyes, you find yourself standing in a hallway of stained glass windows; the door behind you closes completely shut before disappearing, you in a corridor that leads to nowhere. You're stranded, here . . . wherever you are . . . ?

The light that reflects through the glass is a gentle one, and the whole place seems to glow, almost binding in illumination - it's been recently swept here, or otherwise recently polished so everything isn't so musty; still, there's a distinct feeling of heaviness in the air. One could almost mistake the feeling for reverence.

There's only one direction: forward, into the light. ]

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[He frowns and peers closer - digs into his pocket to tuck the lighter away and come out with a pen and a pad of sticky notes, trying to copy down some of the writing.]

[ The words seem to jump at you and shift around the page as you're writing them, and you feel a little ill. But I mean, that's probably nothing. You can write it down if you try hard enough. ]

[At least a little bit, if he can pull it off without puking. He told Intensity he'd take notes; no tapping out in the first room cause he's a wuss.]

[ fight on, Hurricane. Fight on. ]

[Copying down as much as he can, then, before sticking the papers back in his pocket.]

[When he's done, he goes to check out that brass horn near the steering wheel.]

Edited 2019-07-31 03:24 (UTC)

[ It's attached! It's a horn! You can yell into it if you like! ]

[He doesn't yell into it... but he does lean forward to say:]

Uh... hello?

[ It reverberates.

It doesn't matter whether you yelled or not. Now everyone can hear: ]

Uh... hello?

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Anchors aweigh! All hands on deck, and full speed ahead.

Anchors aweigh! All hands on deck, and full speed ahead.

Can you actually decide how fast you wanna go?

[Hops over to one of the podiums...let's say the third one down right, checking to see if messing with that horn does anything different]

This is ops, we copy, but...

[ it doesn't echo like Hurricane's horn does, but it does reverberate like it's going somewhere. ]

Huh. That's new.

[He moves from the wheel to find a podium of his own - leans in to say:]

...hello?

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[ just like nemesis', it doesn't echo. it just reverberates. ]

What do you think these're for?

Other parts of the ship, maybe?

[Heads to another platform, trying to test them all out]

Microphone check, one-two one-two?

Testing, testing, anybody copy?

[Following her lead, checking out the rest of them.]

[ They reverberate, but do not echo. They must be going somewhere. ]

Can anyone hear us?

[He leans away from the horn to say to Nem:]

Hey, you know morse code?

Uhh... Dot dot dot - dash dash dash - dot dot dot?

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[Taps in SOS???]

[ You did that.

I don't know why but you did it. ]

[That's how ship communication works, right??? People use morse code.]

...you think these things're broken?

Maybe whoever's on the other side's on break. ...Or there's nobody left.

[Looks over the room, trying to get a feel for the layout of the different platforms to remember for later]

What, like in the carving? Nothing left up top?

[A beat; another beat.]

...you don't think this was where the head honcho steered stuff, do you?

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