(no subject)
((OOM: Space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence. Except when there is some really horrible singing))
The door slides open with a muted whoosh, and one man in blue scrubs stumbles through, scrubbing at his face, hypospray hanging loosely from his other hand.
And then he freezes.
Stares at his surroundings.
And really, tries desperately to remember if he's given himself a dose of the serum yet.
The door slides open with a muted whoosh, and one man in blue scrubs stumbles through, scrubbing at his face, hypospray hanging loosely from his other hand.
And then he freezes.
Stares at his surroundings.
And really, tries desperately to remember if he's given himself a dose of the serum yet.