Night 57: Grand Ballroom
Taura jogged down the stairs, and looked around. The room seemed far too large to belong down here. More benefits of being at the bottom of a gravity well -- space was cheap, and air was free. The fountains wouldn't be out of place in a fancy hotel lobby, though the rest of the decor was a little macabre.
"There's a maze down here somewhere, but I don't know where, and that's all I've got. I say we pick a door and go for it." She didn't like having no idea what might be back there, but that was true of any door here. If they could put wormholes in doorframes, all of them were a gamble, and Taura wasn't about to hide in her room all night.
Fortune favors the bold, as Commodore Tung sometimes said, and then he would turn around and quip that chance favors the well-prepared, which never quite made sense, except that both sounded very nice but were a little removed from practical application. In a sense, they were as prepared as they could be, so bold was the best plan.
That didn't stop the pit of her stomach from feeling like her dinner was tap-dancing on her diaphragm.
"There's a maze down here somewhere, but I don't know where, and that's all I've got. I say we pick a door and go for it." She didn't like having no idea what might be back there, but that was true of any door here. If they could put wormholes in doorframes, all of them were a gamble, and Taura wasn't about to hide in her room all night.
Fortune favors the bold, as Commodore Tung sometimes said, and then he would turn around and quip that chance favors the well-prepared, which never quite made sense, except that both sounded very nice but were a little removed from practical application. In a sense, they were as prepared as they could be, so bold was the best plan.
That didn't stop the pit of her stomach from feeling like her dinner was tap-dancing on her diaphragm.