The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their numbers. After the revelation that their worlds are gone, many of them are even more eager to see people they knew from home
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Turlough found. A tie. His old school tie as point of fact. Not for the first time he wondered if it wasn't a good idea for him to go about with some kind of weapon. But he'd always lost them, or left them behind.
Ignoring the fact that he looked slightly ridiculous with it on, he walked out and scanned the crowd, feeling on display.
Sheryl walked straight out of GLaDOS and into the Obs Deck with a gut-wrenching longing for cake and the feeling that she'd been on a fad exercise-diet combo. And, while none of the newcomers were made of cake, some of them were reasonably good looking, which she supposed she could live with. "Looking for someone?" she smiled.
"That much I've gathered, I'm afraid." Words like 'chosen' being flung about as if they were prophetic rarely meant good news. And Turlough was never accused of optimism.
His response was a blink. That reply left him cold, but he wasn't the type to fall apart, unless he was cornered. "You don't believe what they say?" he asked. It would certainly be rather pointless for him to enter into mourning if it wasn't true.
"Yes, I can understand how that would be a mark in their favour," he replied mildly. "My own planet does have experience with bugs, though more intergalactic than interdimensional."
Ignoring the fact that he looked slightly ridiculous with it on, he walked out and scanned the crowd, feeling on display.
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