[It's been a few hours now since Captain Orion's transmission. Klavier is up on level 14 - at the observation deck, to be precise. He's leaning on the guard rails, paying no attention to the milling people around him. The Sphere is watching him from behind right now; what's more, he has a rather bizarre looking something-or-other strapped across ( Read more... )

[Klavier's spent the last few days locked into his own bad end cycle with his brother. The majority of times, he was able to escape the room without getting poisoned again. A handful of times, he wasn't fast enough to escape death at the blunt end of a glass bottle. But for the most part he got out, until that one time two days ago where he simply ( Read more... )

( This entry is long. Long like Stairway to Heaven. )

[Klavier has been missing since the rot started. And by 'missing' I do mean 'dead'. But his Sphere just clicked on inside the rotting mess of his room, and surprise surprise, there he is. He's lying on the floor with an arm thrown over his face, and doesn't move for a while. But eventually he shifts and sits up, rubbing at his eyes. Then he notices ( Read more... )

[Klavier had been unable to get to the console to make a guess. He had, in fact, been cornered by a band of mercenaries when everything went down. But then, the colour leeched away, and everything stopped. It was then that he replayed footage from the Spheres - he periodically recorded everything on the network for an hour at a time - and saw what ( Read more... )

[After splitting up from Emil, Klavier has - very slowly - wound and twisted his way as far down the corridors as he could get. In the dark, the wet, and occassionally the sparking hallways, this was easier said than done. After all, he can't force his way into much of anything, so it's all been about navigation and slipping through gaps. Very ( Read more... )

[Klavier is sitting just inside the doorway of the transport shuttle, leaning back against the wall and staring at the ceiling. He's tapping his fingers against his leg nonstop, agitated. After a while, he speaks, apparently trying to think about something OTHER than the black hole approaching.Out of curiousity... was there necessarily a pilot on ( Read more... )