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Who: Lockon Stratos [Neil] (lockon_v1point0) and OPEN
When: Not long after being canon-shifted. Mid-day Sunday.
Where: Wandering the biodome.
Summary: After waking up in a strange and unfamiliar place for the second time in almost as many days, Neil decides to investigate his surroundings.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None yet.
The last thing Neil remembered was laying down to take a nap while Ian and the gaggle of Haros conducted maintenance on Dynames. When he awoke he couldn't decide whether he must have, for whatever reason, been moved to a secret Celestial Being station (unlikely, since it would have been less effort to wake him and make him move it with the rest of the crew) or if he had been captured (more likely, but he still didn't see how he would fail to be roused during a siege or why he would be given so much room to move around, considering the crimes he would no doubt be accused of).
Nothing made sense and the reports he was seeing on the little communicator he had found didn't make things any clearer. Random people of various ages and backgrounds finding themselves with cat ears and what seemed to be brands. He would have thought it to be mass hallucination if the reports didn't come with proof in the form of video feed.
Something funny was definitely going on here and Neil was not sure he trusted the fellow occupants of this place to tell him what it was. That meant personal investigation. Neil had bypassed a cafeteria, the contents of which made space food seem exciting and full of variety, and what seemed to be the most dated game room he had ever seen in favour of investigating what was behind the next door. He blinked, eyes going wide as he stepped into a huge, lush biodome of sorts.
"Maybe this place really isn't as bad as all that..."
He crouched and ran one hand over the full grass by his feet. The gloves he wore impeded the sensation of it, though a few sprigs still managed to tickle his wrist.
When: Not long after being canon-shifted. Mid-day Sunday.
Where: Wandering the biodome.
Summary: After waking up in a strange and unfamiliar place for the second time in almost as many days, Neil decides to investigate his surroundings.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None yet.
The last thing Neil remembered was laying down to take a nap while Ian and the gaggle of Haros conducted maintenance on Dynames. When he awoke he couldn't decide whether he must have, for whatever reason, been moved to a secret Celestial Being station (unlikely, since it would have been less effort to wake him and make him move it with the rest of the crew) or if he had been captured (more likely, but he still didn't see how he would fail to be roused during a siege or why he would be given so much room to move around, considering the crimes he would no doubt be accused of).
Nothing made sense and the reports he was seeing on the little communicator he had found didn't make things any clearer. Random people of various ages and backgrounds finding themselves with cat ears and what seemed to be brands. He would have thought it to be mass hallucination if the reports didn't come with proof in the form of video feed.
Something funny was definitely going on here and Neil was not sure he trusted the fellow occupants of this place to tell him what it was. That meant personal investigation. Neil had bypassed a cafeteria, the contents of which made space food seem exciting and full of variety, and what seemed to be the most dated game room he had ever seen in favour of investigating what was behind the next door. He blinked, eyes going wide as he stepped into a huge, lush biodome of sorts.
"Maybe this place really isn't as bad as all that..."
He crouched and ran one hand over the full grass by his feet. The gloves he wore impeded the sensation of it, though a few sprigs still managed to tickle his wrist.