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[Wherever Klavier had been when the black hole consumed the ship, he wasn't there now. The Sphere clicks on as he passes back into his cabin. He has to stop for a second and blink at how normal and fresh it looks. He'd spent far too many hours in the rotting version. Shaking his head, he proceeds to up-end all his belongings and root through the closets, searching for something.
Sighing in frustration, he puts his hands on his hips and looks at the floor.]
Yet another reason why this ship isn't normal. Most hotels are obsessed with leaving pens for their guests.
[Shrugging, he moves into the bathroom, slamming the door shut before the Sphere can enter. When he comes out again a minute later, he's pulled his hair back into a ponytail. He blinks at the Sphere, apparently having not noticed it was following him before. He then crooks his finger at it, indicating that it should follow. As he heads out of his room again, he speaks.]
It might take me a while to find an ordinary pen in the gift shops, so in the meantime... what do people think Herr Commander was trying to get at before our imminent deaths so rudely interrupted his flow?
Sighing in frustration, he puts his hands on his hips and looks at the floor.]
Yet another reason why this ship isn't normal. Most hotels are obsessed with leaving pens for their guests.
[Shrugging, he moves into the bathroom, slamming the door shut before the Sphere can enter. When he comes out again a minute later, he's pulled his hair back into a ponytail. He blinks at the Sphere, apparently having not noticed it was following him before. He then crooks his finger at it, indicating that it should follow. As he heads out of his room again, he speaks.]
It might take me a while to find an ordinary pen in the gift shops, so in the meantime... what do people think Herr Commander was trying to get at before our imminent deaths so rudely interrupted his flow?