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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. :)
[Video]
Perhaps.
[ entertained, by the thought. this much, at least, is distracting. ]
Do you consider yourself an artist?
[Video]
[Prideful as she is, she's not deluded enough to consider herself a master. But she also knows she has enough skill that no one would look at her art and call it shoddy and amateurish, either.]
A good way to relax while simultaneously training the eye and fine motor skills.
[Video]
I, too, can draw, but I confess I am out of practice. It's something I used to do as a child, before life took a different path.
[ read: his dad is the worst. ]
But I appreciate art, and the skill it requires. It's the perfect blend of subjectivity and technical skill.
[Video]
[She's only half joking about this. Her curiousity as to whether or not he can sing is genuine.]