ALIGN 001 || audio & action for cabin 3-33
[ Fourteen hours and thirty-nine forms later -- most of which had never been completed, because he kept making mistakes and even if this was some sort of sadistic payback by Noah for reorganizing those bookmarks, he wouldn't give his captor the satisfaction of giving up or doing an inadequate job -- Kid was finally shown out of the admittance office. He didn't fully understand how Noah had come to collect an entire circle of bureaucratic hell inside the Book, but it was (marginally) better than facing the Great Old One, who'd suffocated every one of his senses.
He hadn't listened to everything that had been told to him while he was filling out the forms. In the same way that after so many of them, the cyan forms had blurred into the puce ones, and one dotted line became a hundred dotted lines that he'd stared at and measured (they all had to be exactly the same length or it wasn't dotted and how could he fill it out properly??) until his eyes crossed back and forth, the explanations of "species" and "home planet" had just fallen on ears that were too exhausted to hear them properly.
After all, he'd begun to believe that anything could exist inside the Book. Why did he need the specifics?
"Welcome to the Thor.." And then, when he hadn't moved, a helpful-and-less-gentle shove in the right direction. "Go."
Someone had delivered a towel and a book (why did it have to be a book? it would take him months to enjoy going to the library again at this rate) into his hands and nudged him in the general direction, so now he wandered the long curving hallway, searching for the right room. One thing had stuck with him: the number 3-33 because, although added they totaled one more than 8, three 3's made nine and it was a glorious example of a perfect square number.
The number of a room, down a hall, on a ship, in a book... he was tired. ]
How difficult is it to number these neatly and precisely?
He hadn't listened to everything that had been told to him while he was filling out the forms. In the same way that after so many of them, the cyan forms had blurred into the puce ones, and one dotted line became a hundred dotted lines that he'd stared at and measured (they all had to be exactly the same length or it wasn't dotted and how could he fill it out properly??) until his eyes crossed back and forth, the explanations of "species" and "home planet" had just fallen on ears that were too exhausted to hear them properly.
After all, he'd begun to believe that anything could exist inside the Book. Why did he need the specifics?
"Welcome to the Thor.." And then, when he hadn't moved, a helpful-and-less-gentle shove in the right direction. "Go."
Someone had delivered a towel and a book (why did it have to be a book? it would take him months to enjoy going to the library again at this rate) into his hands and nudged him in the general direction, so now he wandered the long curving hallway, searching for the right room. One thing had stuck with him: the number 3-33 because, although added they totaled one more than 8, three 3's made nine and it was a glorious example of a perfect square number.
The number of a room, down a hall, on a ship, in a book... he was tired. ]
How difficult is it to number these neatly and precisely?