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acatalepsy_rpg2019-03-01 03:38 pm
unpatriarchal) wrote in acatalepsy_rpg2019-03-01 03:38 pm
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[ lotor is in the lounge area, and seems to have found the video games. he's not playing them, but he seems to be considering it, fiddling with one of the controllers as he speaks. and, for someone stuck on an abandoned spaceship, he doesn't seem to be too entirely bothered by the whole stuck thing.
outwardly, anyway. inwardly, lotor is suffering psychologically just like everyone else, but he does a good job at pretending he isn't. he is a professional liar, after all. ]
All of this exploration and chatter, and no one has come together to wonder what is making that noise?
[ he doesn't sound bothered, by the ever-present rumbling underneath their feet, but he does sound curious. like this entire thing is academic, rather than, you know. a dead ship prison. ]
I was born on a space station, and I have to admit, I have never heard something like that. And, as Sheryl has already pointed out, we are not moving. We seem to be stuck in stasis, hanging in nothingness, while something, or someone, is making that dreadful noise.
[ he tosses the controller onto a nearby couch. ]
The closest thing I can think of is that it almost reminds me of the planet destroyers, in my own corner of the universe. Giant creatures that wander space and time, eating dead planets. It is a remarkable function, and interesting to study -- an intergalactic recycling center, ensuring that the universe does not get overly cluttered. Or perhaps it's a malfunction of the mechanical variety, or maybe the noise is simply in our own heads, a figment of our imagination.
[ lotor pauses before shrugging, and inclines his head toward the screen. there is something, in the glint in his eyes. a need to be distracted, a need to talk to someone, a need to not feel trapped on this ship going absolutely nowhere.
being stuck is the thing lotor hates the very most. ]
Does anyone else want to add to the baseless guessing, or would someone like to join me in a game of flight simulation?
ooc: threadjacking is always welcome in my posts. :)
outwardly, anyway. inwardly, lotor is suffering psychologically just like everyone else, but he does a good job at pretending he isn't. he is a professional liar, after all. ]
All of this exploration and chatter, and no one has come together to wonder what is making that noise?
[ he doesn't sound bothered, by the ever-present rumbling underneath their feet, but he does sound curious. like this entire thing is academic, rather than, you know. a dead ship prison. ]
I was born on a space station, and I have to admit, I have never heard something like that. And, as Sheryl has already pointed out, we are not moving. We seem to be stuck in stasis, hanging in nothingness, while something, or someone, is making that dreadful noise.
[ he tosses the controller onto a nearby couch. ]
The closest thing I can think of is that it almost reminds me of the planet destroyers, in my own corner of the universe. Giant creatures that wander space and time, eating dead planets. It is a remarkable function, and interesting to study -- an intergalactic recycling center, ensuring that the universe does not get overly cluttered. Or perhaps it's a malfunction of the mechanical variety, or maybe the noise is simply in our own heads, a figment of our imagination.
[ lotor pauses before shrugging, and inclines his head toward the screen. there is something, in the glint in his eyes. a need to be distracted, a need to talk to someone, a need to not feel trapped on this ship going absolutely nowhere.
being stuck is the thing lotor hates the very most. ]
Does anyone else want to add to the baseless guessing, or would someone like to join me in a game of flight simulation?
ooc: threadjacking is always welcome in my posts. :)
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It was just an example.
[He's not going to be stubborn about ghosts under circumstances like these! ...he thinks, stubbornly.]
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[ sounds fake but okay ]
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Or, I guess, does it matter more than you continuing to talk to yourself?
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[ but it's a fair point, not that lotor will admit that. ]
And it matters, if only to talk about something other than the pointless journey the witch has sent us on. Do ghosts exist, or do they not?
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[There's a small delay after that, but it's not because he's typing an explanation.]
Honestly, I don't think the noise is related. But, since spirits are just as chaotic as living people, there's no strong evidence against it yet, either.
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A haunted spaceship is just as terrible as an alien monster-infested spaceship, I suppose.
You speak with some level of familiarity, with spirits. Are they truly that common, in your world?
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But space travel this advanced isn't, and yet here we are. It doesn't mean anything.
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I was born on a space station, so this world feels familiar to me. But others may not. You have certain strengths and weaknesses, as do I -- and the existence of ghosts in your world, whether significant or not now, may be useful at some point in the future.
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Just as a point of comparison.
[Edgy. But hey, dude isn't necessarily wrong about how useful it might be to know.]
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I am the Emperor of a space-faring race, charged with ruling a rather large portion of the galaxy. I would like to think, by the same token, that I am a good leader, and I have made more than my fair share of difficult decisions in the name of the greater good.
On a more personal level, I consider myself adept at swordsmanship, translating ancient texts, research, flight, and I enjoy strategic board games.
[ the last part is a bit sarcastic
OR IS IT. ]