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Olivia always has a tendency to pause when she opens a door to Milliways. It still takes her off guard for a beat, even now.
This time, though, the pause lasts a lot longer. The bar's a mess. It's the work of two minutes to see that's not all, either: she spots the notice on the bulletin board, the weird green crystal hovering over the bar. (Isn't there a video game like that? she thinks.)
En route to give the crystal another look, she passes by the door leading out to the lake.
Five minutes later, she's still there, frowning deeply as she studies the red sky.
Walter's requests for data can wait. Something is deeply wrong; if this place serves as a nexus to an infinite number of worlds, it's infinitely important to find out what.
[OOC: slowtimes likely throughout the night, but this post -- and all associated threads -- is open until we head to Dreamwidth!]
This time, though, the pause lasts a lot longer. The bar's a mess. It's the work of two minutes to see that's not all, either: she spots the notice on the bulletin board, the weird green crystal hovering over the bar. (Isn't there a video game like that? she thinks.)
En route to give the crystal another look, she passes by the door leading out to the lake.
Five minutes later, she's still there, frowning deeply as she studies the red sky.
Walter's requests for data can wait. Something is deeply wrong; if this place serves as a nexus to an infinite number of worlds, it's infinitely important to find out what.
[OOC: slowtimes likely throughout the night, but this post -- and all associated threads -- is open until we head to Dreamwidth!]