May 27, 2009 19:23
When Alyx comes down the stairs, she blinks in surprise at the change in decor. After looking around for a long moment, she shrugs and walks over to the Bar to order breakfast.
With her scrambled eggs and bacon comes a floating, translucent window full of text, under the heading 'CUBEFALL.' Alyx reads with interest. A Cybertronian holiday, connected to their origin myth, celebrating birth and death and rebirth, and so on and so forth...
Then she gets to the part about 'test reconfigurations.'
( radical rethinking and revision of our genetic imperatives )
( will you give your child the chance her mother never had )
( a host body? you must be joking )
( god, I hope you don't remember who you were )
( close your eyes, honey, don't look )
"No thank you," Alyx murmurs, her face several shades paler than it was a minute ago. She turns and walks out the back door at a pace just shy of a run, her breakfast sitting forgotten on Bar's countertop.
If anyone needs her, she'll be sitting on the grass out back with her head between her knees.
[Open for tags until it falls off the page; be prepared for slowtime.
tinytags: Alyx Vance, Cubefall, Remy "Thirteen" Hadley, Tali'Zorah nar Rayya]
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